Murad Assan: The Elf Out of Time

[muradassan]

do they prefer to watch a movie at home or in the theater?

Theater! But also at home! Movies with friends, it doesn't matter where.

[muradassan]

what’s one thing they’ve done that they’re the most proud of?

Survive?

[muradassan]

do they use candles?  favorite scent?

if they could meet/talk to one person, dead or alive, who would it be?  what would they say to them?

do they own any sentimental objects?  why are they sentimental?

do they use candles?  favorite scent? - Yes! Morning dew or grass after rain? (Does this have a name?)

if they could meet/talk to one person, dead or alive, who would it be?  what would they say to them? - His sister. That he was sorry he wasn't fast enough.

do they own any sentimental objects?  why are they sentimental? The necklace he wears with a crystal vial on it. It's sentimental because it was all that was left after his sister unleashed her magic and saved him.

[inconsistentmemes]

THE REAL IMPORTANT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS

enjoy!  these have no theme, just a bunch of random but fun questions.

what time do they usually go to bed and wake up?

what products are in their shower/tub?  what are the scents?

do they use candles?  favorite scent?

if they could meet/talk to one person, dead or alive, who would it be?  what would they say to them?

do they own any sentimental objects?  why are they sentimental?

favorite family member?  why?

do they dance?  what type of music gets them moving?

has there ever been a time where they feared for their life?  why?

what was their favorite childhood activity?

when they look into a mirror, are they happy with what they see?  why or why not?

do they still have childhood friends?

what do their holidays look like?  family/friends/etc.

do they celebrate their birthday?  why or why not?

what do they have as their phone background?

what’s their handwriting like?  neat and precise/sloppy/cursive/etc.

have they ever been to an amusement park?  

have they ever used a dating app?  how did it go?

what do they sleep in?  what side of the bed do they sleep on?

favorite place they’ve ever been?  what made it their favorite?

do they prefer to watch a movie at home or in the theater?

have they ever run away from home?

what’s their nightly/morning routine like?

if they have pets, what’s their dumb nicknames for them?

favorite deodorant?  toothpaste?  lotion?

do they sing in the shower?  what’s their go-to song if so?

describe their living situation.  what does their living room/bedroom/kitchen/etc look like?

what’s one thing they’ve done that they’re the most proud of?

would they ever go to a haunted house?

how many languages do they speak?  would they like to learn more?

why types of books do they read?  do they have a favorite?

if given the opportunity, would they go to space?  why or why not?

if the world didn’t rely on money, what would their dream occupation be?

do they play any instruments?  if not, would they like to learn one?

what would they do if they won the lottery?

what’s their favorite method of self-care?

would they ever go camping off grid?

if money wasn’t an issue, where is their dream home?

how often do they cook at home versus getting takeout, etc?

do they have anyone in their past they would like closure from?  who and why?

what would they do for a klondike bar?

[muradassan]

When you think of your home, what immediately comes to mind?

The crystals and the moonlight at night.

[muradassan]

🤎  ………. for a hard limit.

🤎 Uh... I mean pretty much anything that should only be for the bathroom is a pretty damn hard limit honestly.

[muradassan]

❤️  ………. for a great sexual memory.

🧡  ………. for a kink I don’t want to admit that I have.

❤️ Oh I don't have many. Probably my first, just because it was special, even if we didn't really know what we were doing. My first experience here actually really opened up my mind to things, so maybe that?

🧡 I actually don't know, I haven't tried them all, and can't imagine I'd be too embarrassed by any of them.

[voulez-vousatticus]

NSFW HEARTS:

Send me:

❤️  ………. for a great sexual memory.

🧡  ………. for a kink I don’t want to admit that I have.

💛  ………. for my favorite thing me or a partner can do.

💚  ………. for a way to get me in the mood.

💙  ………. for a kink (or anti-kink) of mine that would surprise others.

💜  ………. for something I’ve always wanted to try, but never got around to it.

🖤  ………. for a deep, dark desire.

🤍  ………. for a part of foreplay/aftercare that I love.

🤎  ………. for a hard limit.

💔  ………. for a turn off.

feel free to send multiple!

[muradassan]

cherryblossomwilliams​:

Cherry couldn’t help herself, blushing at the touch of his hands, the fact he was so impatient, the innuendos she had started that were getting a little obvious and stale. But it was still funny to her. She burst into giggles, squeezing his hand and using her other to cover her mouth as they came into the dorms. Hers was closest and vacant. She only had Finn and Xavier to worry about and they were probably both working at the moment. She pulled him inside, mostly out of prying eyes’ view. The guards usually didn’t care what went on down here, but still it was a little embarrassing.  And she hated to be made to do anything. 

“This is my bunk,” It was a little obvious which bottom was hers. She was a girly kind of girl. She pulled him down to sit with her before kissing him again. The hand they held she moved under her dress again, between her legs, taking a deep breath with just the anticipation of him touching her again.

Murad fell into step with her as they neared the dormitories, and chuckled as they snuck through the winding hallways of the building until nearing her bunk, ducking in with her at her behest, and nodding at the bunk, “It’s nice,” He offered, noting which bunk was hers and not at all surprised at the imagery associated with it.

As her hand moved his beneath her dress, and their lips touched again, all thought left Murad once more and instead he was focused entirely upon Cherry herself once again. His fingers brushed against her inner thigh, kneading and massaging lightly, then down along her sex, softly rubbing against her from above her panties. Sighing contentedly against her lips as he massaged her. 

Kissing her deeper still, he leaned into it, his tongue dancing with hers, his teeth teasingly biting at her lip, getting lost in her again.

[muradassan]

If you received enough money to never need to work again, what would you spend your time doing?

Probably pay for a school that doesn't make me wear a collar?

[muradassan]

Would you ever ask a master or mistress to rent or even claim you?

Rent? Yes. I'M OPEN FOR BUSINESS, COME GET ME! Claim? I don't know, maybe... is that like slave marriage? I'm confused.

[givemeangstymemes]

Tell my muse what you wanna do with them!

Nothing is off limits

[muradassan]

raven-powers​:

Raven smirked a little at his words, more than happy to hear them. She felt the need for a bit of fun, right now. She ran her fingertips down his chest, down his torso, and across his waist. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” she said. “Feel free to say please over and over again, during our time together.” She watched him, her eyes shimmering ever so slightly.

She cupped his chin in her hand, and kissed him again, growling against his lips. She rolled her hips against his, smirking as she did so, and deepening the kiss. 

Murad’s frame tensed and relaxed all at once, feeling content in the closeness and warmth of the woman’s body, while also clenching in anticipation of her touches and the roughness with which she gripped at him. 

As their hips pressed together, Murad’s hands moved hesitantly around the woman’s waist and hips, down along the supple slope of her ass, testing the waters and boundaries as the slave, not yet given proper permission to touch her. He squeezed then, pushing his own hips back against hers as he returned the pleasured kiss. 

The cup to his chin and the growl emitted excited Murad entirely, his frame taut against her own. 

[muradassan]

margeauxxadkins​:

“It’s alright,” Margeaux said with a good-natured smile. She didn’t want him to feel pressured or anything of that sort. But she was enjoying herself with him. She wouldn’t deny that much. She pressed against his touch and smiled.

“You may touch all you want,” she said. “You don’t have to ask,” she said. She ran her own cool fingers along his body, allowing herself to explore him and just enjoy getting to know him. “What would you like me to do to you?” she murmured.

Murad shivered at the cool touch of her fingers, loving the way they felt against his clothed frame, the athletic, lithe frame of the Dark Elf content under her exploring touch. As she moved over him, his hands continued their own exploration, dipping beneath the hem of her shirt to run along soft skin, up along her back. 

He leaned up then to brush his lips against hers, taking her question as permission to have some control over their situation, “I’m sorry, Mistress” clearly forgetting their conversation almost immediately, “I uhm, I am not used to being on this side of the conversation. I’m usually the one taking the orders, but uh... I want taste you, Mistress.” 

[muradassan]

Any mistresses you fancy?

Oh YES! I like Mistress Grace and I like Mistress Raven and Mistress Margeaux and Mistress Marlow! All very fun and nice... Was I meant to be more specific?

@alexandreamarlow @mistressxgrace @raven-powers @margeauxxadkins

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

My character is under a truth serum, ask them anything.

MY CHARACTER HAS TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY, NO MATTER THE QUESTION.

[xdamienblackx]

Silent Studies || Damien & Murad

Continued from HERE

Damien wasn’t one to stick his nose where it didn’t belong. He kept his head down, he avoided drama and trouble, and he just did his own thing. But, sometimes that was all easier said than done. It seemed as though, today was going to be one of those days, where he wasn’t going to be able to avoid getting into someone’s business. Because, someone had interrupted his studies.

He had ducked into the classroom, because it was quiet, and away from everyone else. When Murad stepped in, he looked up at him. He didn’t say anything at first, but just watched him. It seemed, though, that he was having a private moment, and he didn’t want to seem as though he was spying. 

Damien cleared his throat, and looked up from his studies. “Are you alright?” he finally asked, his voice gentle, so as to hopefully not scare the other.

@muradassan

[muradassan]

Murad blinked in a start when he heard the voice come from within the room, sighing a bit as he shook his head, “No, obviously. But right, sorry... didn’t know anyone was in here,” He stuffed the necklace back under his shirt and then stood up, “I’ll find another place to go.”

The Dark Elf feeling a bit flustered at missing someone being in there. He glanced towards the male though, brow shooting up as he did so, “What are you doing in here all alone? Are you alright?” Feeling it was probably at least polite to offer the sentiment back in return.