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“You probably shouldn’t tell anyone you came here.”

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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!

#meme post #rp meme post #just make sure you say if it's for Norman or Mother!#unspecified target will be decided by the author #bates motel rp

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Send 🔥 if your muse would sleep with mine! | Accepting!

@iknowwhatihavetodo sent: Mother cheekily blows a 🔥 at Kimbley "Oh, come on now, how's it sound? We go paint the town red, then come back and I'll make us a nice big dinner. We can put on some nice Erik Satie, cuddle and watch the fire before taking the best rest known to all of White Pine Bay?"

A rather unique take on the prompt, but Kimbley is most definitely amused by this response.

"I will say, I tend to be a bit of a late-night reader---I do hope it wouldn't bother you too much. Disturbing you is one of the last things I would ever want to do."

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"Oh, I love a late bedtime story, that's not an issue--- I mean, unless you're embarrassed..... Come on, what are you reading?"

A giggle couldn't stop itself from escaping her throat, not only at the young man's kindness but also at the title of chapter of book he happened to be reading once she leaned forward on the bed and snatched it out of his hands.

"White Stains....by George Archibald Bishop." she said casually, flipping through the aged book, "... Hmm. Sounds like a fake name."

Mother leaned in towards Kimbley with a smile, letting an excellently-manicured finger fan through the worn edges of the compendium, "Are these too dirty for you to read to me? These aren't nearly as bad as anything Dylan was showing Norman. This is kind of romantic in comparison to stuff these days. Goodness, no, not my sensibilities!"