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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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semi-hiatus
hey guys!! i’m here to let you know i’ll be taking a max. 2 weeks of hiatus! there’s been some family stuff going on, so i hope to see you guys soon! i’ll probably pop up here and then to do replies when i can, but in the meantime, godspeed.
Dear People I have Threads with;
Just because I start another thread with someone playing the same character as you, doesn’t mean that I hate you, I’m getting annoyed by you, or I’m bored with you; I’m most likely in a different scene, and nothing I send you both will be the same.
Just because I take a while to reply to you, but not others, doesn’t mean I’m ignoring you; My muse is picky, and I can only write what I’m drawn to. I want my replies to be well written and fun, not forced and horrible
Just because I shorten a reply doesn’t mean I’m bored with the thread; I’m probably tired, thinking of something else to continue with, or giving you the chance to set up our next situation.
Just because I drop a thread doesn’t mean I will never come back to start another; When I drop threads, I’m usually overwhelmed, without a muse for that particular piece, or bored with it, and I’ll ask to start another.
Don’t assume because I’m picky/tired/museless, I’m not happy with you.
@coqgaulois
IT TAKES awhile, but Rose finally wakes up. She finds herself somewhere that is NOT her bed, but rather outside. A moment of realization finally comes, and yes. She is on the porch of another’s house.
Retracing her steps, the first thing she can think of is another nation inviting her out for a party. Not one at a bar, no. She would never do that. More like a dinner party. She thought that it would be a nice break from all the politics surrounding her.
The second thing that comes to her mind is that she should definitely call work. After all, isn’t it a... Friday? God, she can’t even remember anymore. Her head hurts, as she reaches for her phone. Usually it’s in her left coat pocket. There’s no reason on why it SHOULDN’T be there.
FUCK. Where is it. She groggily gets up, and realizes that it’s the middle of the night. Where the fuck is her phone. There’s only one logical thing to do. She continues to knock on the door that is placed in front of her.
DJ Khaled. Another one.
[ don’t meme at ladies alfred ]
[ fuck she doesn’t understand a word ]
‘ GOOD FOR you. ‘
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“A red box. Got’cha.” He then set to looking around for the specified object and hummed a song from the top 20s pop chart while wandering around. Her house contained tea and smelled of tea—also of flowers and a couple other things, but he kind of felt like telling her about the tea scent. “Where’s your cat? Don’t you have a cat?” A vague memory of a past visit included a feline of some type, and he was 99% sure that it’d belonged to her.
“Found ‘em.” Alfred held up the biscuits for Rose to see. They were capable of getting along…sometimes. It wasn’t necessarily anybody’s fault in regards to their differences, as some were just the way they were without deep cause—call it FATE.
CLICKING HER tongue softly, she waved her finger again. ‘ My, is your memory already failing you? Watson !! ‘ She called out, and a few moments later a large, English Pointer came running out, ever so excited to see the American. ‘ You SURELY haven’t forgotten poor old Watson, have you? ‘ Chuckling quietly to herself, she snatched the tin from his hands, opening it with ease. Inside were a VARIETY of biscuits, such as bourbon biscuits, biscottis, and some caramel shortbread.
‘Do dooo… do doo…’ has now become something rather more complex and beautiful.
Because of course they have.
(The piano one is actually quite nice, though.)
ooc movie invite!!
Hey guys I’m about to start watching La Malizia, which is a 1973 italian movie which involves ‘erotica’, as far as I’m concerned.
A little warning for its portrayal of sexual harassment, but aside from that I’m sure it’s gonna be an interesting watch!
You can join me to watch it here! I’ll start the movie at 3:30 AM GMT+1, or 9:30 PM! Join the chat!! ♥
xoxo, Baguette
EDIT: changed the link to a Rabb.it room!
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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.
How ya’ doin’, Anti-DJ Khaled?
‘ ...AH, DJ who? ‘
JUST RECENTLY I HAVE HIT ANOTHER MILESTONE !! Thank you to all of you who have stuck around ! Since I love giving you all stuff and I’m feeling creative with photoshop lately, I’m doing a giveaway !!
My only rule is that you be following me on one of my blogs ( that would include this one, hayastxn, or espanxles ). Like and reblog as many times as you’d like, but know that once you do so you will only be entered once. The deadline is July 23rd, and on that day the winners will be chosen at random.
1ST PLACE: 300 icons ( bordered, colored, watermarked, whatever you want ), 3 graphics ( a theme, a promo, and a header. ) 2ND PLACE: 200 icons ( same as above applies ), 2 graphics ( choice of two: a theme, a promo, or a header ) 3RD PLACE: 100 icons ( same as above applies ), 1 graphic ( choice of one: a theme, a promo, or a header )
DON’T HESITATE TO CONTACT ME IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS ABOUT ANYTHING !!
Ungracious comments aside, he shifted back to tolerating her and watched as boiling liquid filled his teacup. Would he have made a fuss about downing tea if he were outside her home? DEFINITELY. But here, he only had guest status and would be overstepping by making frivolous demands. “I could help you look for them.” Biscuits would take away from the bad taste. “And do you have shortbread biscuits? …I like those.”
SHE FLASHED him a fake grin, ‘ Darling... I always do. ’ Making a nagging sound with her tongue and waving her finger. ‘ They’re in a medium-sized red tin box. Probably in the cupboard somewhere. ‘ Getting up from her seat, Rose decided that this was a good opportunity to... converse. Over the years, their relationship had been STRAINED (as seen previously) and Rose yearned for the days that she took care of the young nation. And now, she hated to admit it, but he was taller than her. TALLER!! How preposterous.
SEMI-SERIOUS PLAYFIGHTS THAT END WITH ONE PERSON PINNED TO THE FLOOR/WALL AND ACCIDENTAL FURIOUS KISSING THO
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