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@fintroll-from-trollhelm
HEY! I have more RP blogs yanno?
http://princessgoryface.tumblr.com/
http://pageantbitch.tumblr.com/
http://sings-in-the-rain.tumblr.com/
http://smear-papa.tumblr.com/
Also, forgive me for sucking at themes because, well…I can’t do themes.
Nonetheless, by all means, you should follow this—most of my OOC posts go on there as well as writing stuff and blabla bla.
http://fuckerooni-the-duck.tumblr.com/
So I moved to a new location because this being a side blog was kind of getting on my nerves. Anyhow, I thought I should post this again incase you were interested (actually interested) in stalking my blog once more and, also, I really REALLY miss my anons and I none of them ever pop up anymore.
It's really sad for me because I love you guys.
Anyhow, I swear this is going to just be the last time I harass about this...okay, I think it is but...if you are interested in following me just, I guess, click the link.
I love you.
-mun
Your blog is amazing, i love your pic! I starting to fo llow you.If you need more foll owers, check f o l l ow boos tr.c o m, (yea, that is boostr, not booster). I get hundred foll owers per day for free. They are valued, because they are in my niche! Its really cool. cheers, Lisa (btw its a personal invitation)
((The complement is totally appreciated buuut I checked URL in the tags....sending the same message to different people kind of takes the flattery out of it. So...No thank you.))
Do you liek to dance?
Eden: Why do you care?
((By the way, jussayin, I moved up in this joint over heere http://fintrollfromtrollhelm.tumblr.com/. Yeah, you know Ima spam the fuck outta that til all yalls know))
Porn lingo… Glad you can’t think of it then!
Eden: The guy has done porn...as he's told me. But, yeah, never mind that...you just look...womanly.
M!A: Eden is a cuddle monster for the next couple of days. He wants to cuddle everyone. Every. One. Especially Dacian, but no one's really safe from the bear man.
Eden: -for the time being, hug himself because Shannons roaming about. He groans.-
the-rp-blog-is-somewhere-else replied to your post: Daciannnn, you want the bootie, right? Which bootie do you want? Well, too bad, cause as of now: M!A Dacian has a girly bubble butt for three days, perfect for bootie slappin’ and whatnot
Eden: -snorts-
Oh shush.
Eden: Oh my god…you look like one of those- Damnit, what do they call them…
Nothing. I look like nothing.
Eden: HEY SHANNON! YOU THERE?
-Nothing comes from the closet-
Eden: God fucking damnit...it was porn lingo and- Japanese gay comics and the guys on the bottom have femininely large birthing hips...
the-rp-blog-is-somewhere-else replied to your post: Daciannnn, you want the bootie, right? Which bootie do you want? Well, too bad, cause as of now: M!A Dacian has a girly bubble butt for three days, perfect for bootie slappin’ and whatnot
Eden: -snorts-
Oh shush.
Eden: Oh my god...you look like one of those- Damnit, what do they call them...
Eden: ... -snorts-
It's Sexual Sunday
Bring it on:
Sexual/embarrassing questions
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Anything else your hearts desire!
@ Will
“You-” Eden paused, stuttering to say what he initially thought to do so for his throat seemed to swell with all of the thoughts and words pressing within it. His eyes had widened to make his shock clear, his gut wrenching into a twisting, tightening, feeling in his stomach as he wondered obsessively what Will had read from the confines of his journal. He wondered how he thought of him, what he thought of when he sifted through the pornography and found the brief entries in his journal as he seemed to stifle at the thought. He wondered his response to the mention of Starla and a couple others from the special few, his angered tendencies, his father— his tendency to feel inhuman…and than watch people go through pain just to remind himself how to be human. Did he put that in there too? He didn’t recall…
He didn’t know what to says; so many different emotions coursed through him at once and he felt so confused. He felt sad but angry and the stress was quickly intoxicating in the way that is scattered each brain cell operating in his mind. He felt…invaded. He felt like he was, for the first time in a long time, being judged and he wanted to…curl into a ball.
He was…scared.
He tried to play it off, letting himself go from shock to his usual smirk as he genuinely snorted and chortled upon a completely different thought. He smacks his forehead, appearing not to see it as a big deal though he was simply trying to cause him, as well as Will, something of a distraction.
“I bet you didn’t get passed all of the porn.” He snarks, grinning slyly though it was lighter than his usual grin. He wondered how Will would’ve reacted to it, feeling as if he would cringe and quickly close it or, at least, turn to a different page. He wondered if he knew so much about him to make a judgement.
“So, how’d you like my intro picture?” He says, another vibrant chuckle coming from his lips “Or, at least, what you saw before you turned back.”
Will immediately felt bad, like he had invaded Eden’s privacy. He had been so sure that he had wanted- but- he wished he had just lied and said that no, he hadn’t looked through it, that would’ve been improper. But of course, he had to go and ruin it. Will you idiot!
“Uh-uhm.” He watched as Eden’s eyes widened and say how many emotions were there but mostly he thought he was… angry. He seemed furious and disappointed and Will couldn’t deal with that, not from someone he trusted. He had to physically fight the urge to look up at the ceiling to avoid looking at his… friend? Acquaintance now? He didn’t know. How could he? It was such a big deal, at least to Eden and then, by extension, to Will, that he didn’t know anymore. How much damage have I really done? Is it repairable?
He hadn’t noticed in his turmoil that his eyes had widened comically. Or, it would have been comic if he hadn’t been so afraid. He was so tense, waiting for Eden’s next words and not knowing if they were to be a tirade, demonstrating the full extent of his anger, or a disappointed look and fake small talk. In all honesty, he would have preferred the first. With anger, he could respond with more anger, and have it be justified. With anger, at least they could acknowledge the newly-arrived elephant in the room. Of course, once it was acknowledged, who knows what could have happened next. Elephants were very unpredictable you know.
When he finally said something, Will almost wished he hadn’t said anything at all. Nevertheless, he ground out a response that sort off resembled his regular tone, “Oh. The porn. I just skipped that part.” He was conscious to the fact that he had retreated into a hard, emotionless shell (one he knew well) but wasn’t inclined to stop it. It had helped him so many times before, after all.
“Uhm. I thought it was interesting. I didn’t run, I pushed through. Quite the collection you have there. Have you ever thought about making it your portfolio?”
"Well, I am taking art classes in college and...I do have a portfolio so, yeah." He says, his mood brightening briefly as if the conversation were more casually than it honestly was. "I've had it since high school."
Eden chuckles a little, knowing that he did set up one that was buried back in his closet though, despite that, he hadn't updated it in quite some time. He gave Will a slight smile which was still burdened with a slight, distrusting, melancholy that caused him to feel a bit further from Will in regards to having him as a friend. He sighs, wondering if he should ask him about the journal and his thoughts bluntly just to get it over with...he admitted to reading it, right?
"Oh, and, there's not as much scattered erotica in there so...you would probably be able to push through it easier without running into a bunch of tits and penises." He snorts a little bit, giving Will an affectionate punch to the shoulder before sighing and releasing another comforted chuckle. For the time being he forced himself to believe that all of his feelings were true, that everything was perfectly fine when he knew that he was horrified and worried of what Will thought. He was filled with paranoia, swirling about in each thought as he contemplated what to say or how to portray his own emotions.
There's a slight pause and his smile turns to a look that expressed more concern.
"So, what did you read in there, Will?"
Call me 'Big Papa' -- An open RP about touching butts (I'll accept anyone. Literally. 2 slots are open though so specify which character you want.)
“I’m so glad to know you hold propriety dear to you, really, I am.” The venom in her tone was unmistakable. She glared at him and shook her head, “What were you even doing, barreling along like that?” With a toss of her head, she turned around, body taught with irritation. She was not in the mood to get into a yelling match with Eden.
"OH! What am I doing?" He asks with a tone of stinging spite through his teeth. He smirks, looking rather smug as Helen glared at him all the same. The shrewd woman broke his mood, almost making him forget the purpose of his venture to simply go forth and touch...butts.
Though he was certain that Helen's behind reflected just how shrewd and bitchy she was and than he wondered...was it?
"Well, at least I'm doing something that isn't say...unnecessarily bitching up the sidewalks of this city with nothing better to do? And whom could I look at who is doing that instead?"
@Eden
Eden decided to get a good look at her features. A massive amount of tatoo’s coated her arm and spread to about every inch of her skin except for her face and her palms which she pulled off like she was born with ink markings all over her skin. Her grin was carnivorous and she almost looked perplexed between eating him or shaking his hand and giving him a surprise hug after doing so to, how you say, ‘spread the love’.
She held an interesting set of eyes, one of them velvety brown and the other a frosty blue color that made the grinning look much more aggressive. She face as distinguish, speckled in moles that seemed to be in the most random of places—as if they had lazily been tossed on to her face and scattered about into a pattern that didn’t even exist.
Eden had the feeling he might like this chick.
He reaches out his hand, slapping it against hers with a suspectably strong grip and giving her an equally friendly and muscular shake, accompanied with a friendly grin.
“Eden Fintroll. No one calls me by the first one and I’m fucking surprised no one has cracked a joke about it.” He snorts a little, the thought of the name as a pun and shaking his head at the idea of even bothering. “You can be the first.”
He lets out another hardy laugh, rolling back his shoulders as he chortles about in the company of the woman. He seemed laid back, cool and comforted as he heard her talk about…sculpting? Eden was never the best sculptor since his creations had a tendency to fall apart immediately not to mention that he usually made fatal mistakes while doing so and was never able to grasp how to properly use carving tools without fucking up the anatomy.
“Oh, this right here? No, that’s just me thrashing about in a sexually frustrated fit. I’m barely close to being in a museum.” He says “but, than again, you see some things in there that some baby fetuses could do better.”
He chuckles, taking the compliment kindly nonetheless with a slight shrug of the shoulders as he seemed interested in her craft. Okay, so there were artists all the way in the other town he went to at-least three times a week to attend college but he never bothered to associated much with them. Honestly, he had never met much artists in here aside from, well, himself.
“Sculpting, huh?” He asks “You any good?”
He honestly expected a yes. Part of him wanted to see…that big, curious, impatient part of him really anticipating and him allowing his eyes to actually show it. The bringing of the piercings also piqued his interest.
“Oh, these things?” He asks, pointing to his snake bites but ending up motioning to all of his face to reference to the one’s on his ears. “I did them myself in highschool to be honest and it hurt like a bitch. I got one on my tongue too.”
Eden grins.
“And your tatoo’s?”
“Ahah, too afraid of living the paradise dream, eh?” Wyn laughed and clasped his hand with equal strength. The fact that he didn’t back down from Wyn’s slightly intimidating attitude made her grin even more wolfish than usual—she felt a sort of kinship with someone who was willing to be ballsy no matter what. “Alright, Eden Fintroll, I have to say, for being in a sexually frustrated fit, you’re still pretty damned good! I’m a shit painter, though, so maybe I’m not a great judge, but I’d still say I’d love to see more of your work. You keep a studio?”
At the question of her being good at sculpting, Wyn pondered for a few seconds before replying, “I’m not bad, I reckon. Took me a few years to get the hang of it, though. But I like to be good at things, so I worked at it until I made what I wanted. I sell sculptures to churches and collectors, mostly. Do some marble work. Even did some pieces inspired from Greeks.” She jerked a thumb back towards her studio, “I’ll show you sometime if you want. Got a few pieces I’m working on now that I’ve officially retired from being a pro soccer player.”
Her smile widened, “You did those yourself? Not bad, man, not bad at all. If my skin wasn’t the wrong sort for them, I’d love to have a couple. Unfortunately I’ve got skin made of bulletproof material.” A laugh escaped her throat, almost like a bark.
“And oh, these things?” She pulled off her jacket to show off the rest of her arms, which were bared under her simple white tank top. “I did the design, but I got an old friend of mine to do these. I actually do give tats, though, if you want a few. Could probably design you something good.” She pointed at her the Aries sign on her chest, “Y’know, I could see you with something like this, maybe.”
“Damn.”
An impressive amount of tattoo’s covered the surface of her skin and Eden simply looked upon her in awe of the massive amount. He recalled wanting a tattoo before, knowing that Dacian had one himself and it felt like he needed to compete with the amount of ink. Eden wanted something massive and, preferably, upon his back so he could have a mural done as oppose to a simple pin-up on the arm. He was feeling the need to be significantly flashy.
“But, no, not a studio. If I had the money I’d invest but, for the moment, I kind of do my shit on the streets and leave it there.” He says with a humored chuckle. He wondered about getting himself one, knowing that he had dreamed of it before and considered selling actual art pieces as oppose to charictures and stupid, effortless, paintings. “Maybe I could come by sometime? See your stuff, maybe?”
Eden was pretty expectant of her, thinking that she could dish out something of easy quality or, atleast, much better than what he could do with a piece of clay or marble.
“I could manage to show you a few of my drawings as well.”
She nodded good naturedly. “I understand, man. I just turned my garage into a ‘studio’. LIve in a little place just off the river. Great view. Lots of ‘inspiration and good vibes’. Least that’s what the realtor said.” Wyn laughed loudly at that, making air quotes around certain words to imply that she figured it was a load of bull.
“Anyway, tell you what. You know any good places to get some food? I’ll buy dinner and we’ll go check out my studio, you show me your drawings and a new place to get food, eh?” She figured it was a forward move, but she didn’t mean it in any romantic way at all, and her tone and posture implied that heavily. It was a sort of platonic attitude that characterized her.
Eden snorts a little, finding the 'good vibes' somewhat humorous as he made his way towards one of the dropped cans to pack up his stuff. He couldn't leave a trace--one loose can could give him away and he already had enough close calls before being arrested.
"Good vibes...there's vibes around this place but not quite good ones." He chuckles, making his way to grab his satchel bag and toss it over his shoulder. "Seriously, this place is strange. Couple months ago there was even...what? A fire storm? It destroyed almost all of the damn place!"
The sighs, thinking back to the memory of that which, to say the least, wasn't much at all since he kind of sat back and slept through the whole thing. He was one of the lucky ones--his place wasn't even burned down.
"But, sure...I think I know a couple places." He says "We can still split the cost, though."
In response to that ask
Dacian couldn’t explain the shift in his mood as Eden talked about what he believed. It felt like such a cold and imprisoning viewpoint, yet the way it was spoke of made it feel like Eden thought that was a universal truth, and, given that it was Eden, that was probably the truth. He couldn’t find the words to respond with, though his own viewpoint wasn’t changed.
The subtle, and probably unconscious shifts in motion didn’t go unnoticed, but Dacian didn’t comment on them. He did comment on the overall heavy mood that had fallen over the two of them. How could he? He stayed quiet and nuzzled him quite comfortably. He didn’t make a move until Eden laid down, causing him to as well. He, himself, was mostly unphased by Eden’s words; the only thing that had bothered him being the preachiness.
The cusp remained still for a few moments before pulling up a blanket that he kept on the side of the couch to cover the two of them. He loosely held up against the other, thinking of something to say before letting this drift away. His fingers trailed affectionately against his skin and once again massaged against the back of his neck. It wasn’t too long before his loose hold gave way into a momentary squeeze.
“You know, no matter how much you say that and lecture at me about it I’m not going to believe it, right?” He smiled sweetly. “It’s fine if you want to believe and all that, but… I dunno, doesn’t work for me and I see it as something like a foreign concept, so it’s really not going to work. I mean… You could try to beat it into me, but my mind wouldn’t be swayed.” He chuckled softly, trying to avoid any talk of the dreary mood. Dacian wanted to do something, but somehow it was more difficult than he thought. He felt the need to subtly provide the comfort he felt as if he should give.
He placed his lips against Eden’s forehead, sweetly trying to bring back the emotional warmth. Afterwards he moved up to leave another on the top of his head, lightly pulling Eden into his chest. He made no sound as he leaned his head against the top of Eden’s, minus a quiet hum.
Eden sighed, taking comfort in the effort and leaning forward to kiss the other kindly upon the lips with a slight sucking before he had released and felt a little more distant as the other continued to kiss him. He wondered why he felt the need to care for him so much, why he felt it was necessary to hold him close and wrap his arm around him like so--why he saw it necessary to care.
He knew the truth of it...it was draining him. He was pulling him along and trying to stretch him until he couldn't take it anymore, wasn't he? And why was he so drawn to him? Why did he feel so much like he needed him to be there or to hold him in his arms and keep him warm and see that stupid smile on his face. Why did he have to be like this...this selfish freak that he had always been.
He tried to let himself forget so easily as he could earlier. He tried to let each kiss wash the plague away. He found it hard and he could barely let himself go as if something were chaining him to each idea.
"I know." He droned, his head lifted as he made himself smile towards him. "I doubt you'd believe it if I started pulling psychological bullshit on you--brain washing and what not."
He chuckles, holding him closer and kissing him sweetly upon the shoulder and accompanied by a slight squeeze from his arms. He wanted to say something, unsure of how to say it or force it from his lips. He didn't allow it, knowing that he wanted to say it so much but keeping the words in the back of his throat and only responding to the emotion by kissing the other to numb out the pain.
The word “fuck” is actually an accurate acronym. It dates back to the Good Old Days, when England was severely underpopulated due to the usual combination of fire/war/plague, and the King issued an official order to… well, fuck, to replenish the population. Hence the phrase “Fornicate Under Command of the King” passed into everyday language.
