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@lutebodied
Welcome to my RP blog for Merritt Zitar!
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[Updated 28/12/2021]
when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges it’s ‘intelligent’ and ‘really cool’ but when i do it i’m ‘petty’ and ‘need to move on?’ what kind of double standard honestly…..
Mona Awad, from Bunny
if you're a TERF and you're actually trying to follow me i very much encourage you to jump off of a bridge instead <3
Reblog if you’re multiple ship, but also allow Polyamorous ships..
Sorry for being extra inactive - usually I try to post stuff on mobile at least but it's impossible to tag stuff because once I start typing into the tags letters start duplicating inexplicably and eurghhh...
Plus this weekend is birthday weekend for my eldest..
I have so many ideas for the drafts I got saved, I'll start queuing replies again asap 💜💜💜
[ 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓 ]:
Alright.. He seems to be listening at least. “The typical stuff. I’m here to poison the well and corrupt the children, my very demonic being tarnishes the place and I will swindle anyone who does business with me.” She’s not sure what is more hurtful: that she’s being treated like this or that the lies are always the same.
Frustrated, Merritt gestures at Valas himself. “Don’t tell me I need to explain this to you. You’re different too, for fuck’s sake!”
The meaning of her words hardly takes long to register, evidenced by the shift of expression on the drow’s stern features. Ferocity dissipates, making way for realization, && Valas’s glaive is lowered as his shoulders slacken.To judge someone — a stranger, nonetheless — on something so irrelevant as appearance, was a commonality among the people of the world. It’s a shame, truly, that it occurs so often, but due to his own personal experiences, Valas seemingly forgot that others ( people like him, people who are different ) faced such prejudice.
He’s a hero, after all, isn’t he ? He’s done so much for the people of Silniheim that his race is of little consequence to them. This tiefling, however, she was new ; they did not know her && thus had allowed preconceptions to cloud their judgement of her. && he’d nearly done the very same. ❝ I … I am sorry. I did not take the proper time to gauge the situation on my own && clearly I overreacted. ❞
Her anger burns bright but brief, fizzling out even faster at Valas' apology. "Thank you, appreciate that." Merritt cleared her throat and added, more quietly. "And I appreciate that you're looking after this place." It's a quiet confession, an admission that, yes, there are people out there who would sow discord for the fun of it.
"You know them better than I do... do you think they'll actually learn anything from this or am I wasting my time?" With a sigh, Merritt plonks back down where she'd been sittingg before. The cat has strolled away. Pity, she'd have liked to pet it some more. "I didn't stay behind just to hurt them. Actually, if I'd really wanted to hurt them I'd have done worse," she admitted as she ran a hand through her hair. "They wouldn't talk to me about it. I figured this might make them."
lutebodied:
Merritt closed her eyes, shrugged, opened her mouth and closed it again. She’d probably cry after a few words, so how could she convey the immensity of it in such a limited vocabulary? She took a shaky breath, tried anyway:
“I was pregnant-”
And that was too much already, throat locking up with tears that rose up to choke her. She squeezed her eyes closed tightly, clenched her jaw to keep the pathetic sobs inside, and then tilted the bottle against her lips once more. Drinking it down, down, down. Mystery whisky indeed. By the time she gasped for breath, her head felt lighter even if her heart was lead.
Niamh had definitely seen her scars. Maybe these three words would be enough and her lover would piece one and one together, and she would have to say no more. Not that she didn’t want to talk, but she couldn’t without breaking down, wasn’t sure how.
“Oh…oh, darling.” Niamh didn’t have to ask for clarification. She could figure out what happened just from Merritt’s reaction.
Gently she tugged the whiskey bottle out of her lover’s hand, setting it aside. Then she gathered Merritt up in her arms, holding her close, reaching up to comb a finger through her hair. She wasn’t sure what to say. How could you comfort someone who had lost a child?
“I’m here,” she whispered finally, “I’m right here for you. Okay? I’m here.”
She hated crying. It made her feel powerless and weak, it made her look like a stupid, stupid girl. She never wanted to be that girl again, the kind people looked at as she walked by and tutted and shook their heads at. 'I always knew she was no good,' they said about such girls, as if they were solely responsible for their misfortune. As if anyone would bring this upon themselves on purpose.
Despite her hatred of crying, Merritt curled up in Niamh's lap and wept. As much as she tried to find a spark of anger, she came up empty every time, and ended up sobbing. It was embarrassing, the way Niamh's fingers in her hair seemed to pluck at her heartstrings until she emptied her entire self.
Eventually, she managed to catch her breath. Merritt was going to sit up, grit her teeth - but Niamh's arms felt so safe around her, she couldn't bring herself to leave them. "I'm going to kill him," she murmured between them. "Or take everything he loves and leave him alive."
"It has been twenty three days since my last run in with the guard do not fuck this up for me."
"Hey, we're not doing anything illegal!" Merrritt crossed her arms. "Honestly, it wounds me you'd think so." She pulled a face at Maledos. Because she could. Very mature, yes.
She pulled him into a booth to sit him down and explain. "Listen. I have a deal with this innkeep. I play music, the patrons can buy me a drink - only of course I cannot drink as much as they buy me, so the proprietor has them buy 'Blue doll' ale. It doesn't exist, he just piles the money and we both get a share at the end of the night," she explains. "So far so good, right? Only I feel he's not been honest with me lately.. All I ask from you, is that you have a nice night sitting at the bar and that you keep track of how many drinks I'm bought."
Merritt cocked her head. "Regardless of the outcome, I'll give you half of what I make tonight. Sound fair?"
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Been down with a fever for the past three days and so were/are the kids and I fear my partner is about to crash too ;0;
They did not expect you to fight. They expected you to cower down, bow before them, accept the fate that they had thought out for you. All the more satisfying, then, to smirk up at them through the blood, saying i'm not done yet. You have no idea of the extent of my defiance.
lutebodied:
She looked at him as if she couldn’t believe him. “Excuse me?” Sir, are you aware you’re in the real world? “I find a dog.. name tag on and everything. I enquire whose animal it is and go to bring it back to the owner - they accuse me of stealing the damn animal and I am not allowed to defend myself when they threaten violence?”
That was the thing though. They had threatened violence, but Merritt could see which way it had been going and had decided not to wait to be punched first.
“I should’ve drowned the mutt and been done with it!”
“You did the right thing!,” it’s said emphatically, although Sam immediately stops himself short to clarify the most important part: “Until you decided to take the law in your own hands.”
He shook his head dismissively and sighed. “Look, they were stressed. Worried. Some people just like to hear themselves talk and some think threats are the only way to keep themselves safe. It doesn’t mean they would’ve done anything. You should’ve come to us if you were worried and they’d be the one with the police report on their hands. Not you.”
“No good deed goes unpunished,” she complained, arms crossed. As much as Sam tries to be nice, telling her she was in the right, it means nothing. It’s just words.
Merritt pursed her lips. “Sure, sure. In a perfect world where the police is on time. Where the police believes the victim. I’ve been hurt plenty of times, mister, you think I’m going to wait for it to happen again so the police can ask what I was wearing at the time? Or if I’d been drinking? Fuck that.”
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Physical Contact Starters
No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!
SOFT
“Your hands are so warm.”
“Ah, that feels good…”
“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”
“Is it okay if I lean on you?”
“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”
“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”
“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”
“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”
“Be gentle with me.”
“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”
“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”
“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”
“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”
“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”
“I could kiss you all over.”
“That tickles!”
“Mind washing my back for me?”
“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”
“I love how soft your lips are.”
“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”
“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”
ROUGH
“Ow! That fucking hurt!”
“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”
“You stepped on my foot!”
“Did you do that on purpose?”
“Please be more gentle next time…”
“Don’t squeeze so tight!”
“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”
“Did you just bite me?!”
“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”
“Is that the best you’ve got?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I’ll make you bleed.”
“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”
“Hey!! What was that for?!”
“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”
“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”
“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”
“You almost knocked me over!”
“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”
“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”
“You broke my nose!”
lutebodied:
She toyed with the bottle in her hands, passing it from one to the other, wringing the neck, smoothing her thumbs over the glass.
“I’m-” There were so many options but the words wouldn’t come, not for a while. A minute passed. Niamh’s hand felt like lead and yet a comfort. “No worse than usual,” she slurred, but the smile she tried for turned out wry and sour.
Merritt swallowed hard, shrugged, took another big swig of the awful liquor. “..just miss her.”
Niamh was quiet for a moment, listening, trying to parse together what Merritt was talking about. What she meant. When she mentioned someone, she frowned, confused.
“Miss who?” she asked gently.
Merritt closed her eyes, shrugged, opened her mouth and closed it again. She’d probably cry after a few words, so how could she convey the immensity of it in such a limited vocabulary? She took a shaky breath, tried anyway:
“I was pregnant-”
And that was too much already, throat locking up with tears that rose up to choke her. She squeezed her eyes closed tightly, clenched her jaw to keep the pathetic sobs inside, and then tilted the bottle against her lips once more. Drinking it down, down, down. Mystery whisky indeed. By the time she gasped for breath, her head felt lighter even if her heart was lead.
Niamh had definitely seen her scars. Maybe these three words would be enough and her lover would piece one and one together, and she would have to say no more. Not that she didn’t want to talk, but she couldn’t without breaking down, wasn’t sure how.
