Little Miss Rebel

There is a darkness within me. I can't yet understand but I know I won't surrender to it, not without a fight. I shall wake every day and put on my armor. I will chose my weapons and fight. Fight hard, fight long, fight relentlessly. Because, if I remain strong, it will the light within me that will prevail.

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MOVING TO --> UNDECIIDED

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Guys I’ve started a new job this week AND I have the most terrible cold so please bear with me until the weekend when I plan to get up to date, k? Meanwhile I am entirely available to RP via dis.cord, just ask me for my username.

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

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Guys I’ve started a new job this week AND I have the most terrible cold so please bear with me until the weekend when I plan to get up to date, k? Meanwhile I am entirely available to RP via dis.cord, just ask me for my username.

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AWWWWWWWWWWWWW THIS IS LOVELYYYY <3 I feel honored :)

[piinkperfection]

joneshead:

He could feel her eyes on him as he peered around the curtain and let it fall closed after a moment’s peak. Eyes shot off towards the clock across the room before landing on her again with the slightest of smiles. Moving back towards her, his steps slow and measured, Jughead gave her a fake reluctant nod.

“I suppose I can,” he said with a huffed sigh, pausing with only a little space left between them. His brow knitted together and the smile waned. He toyed absently with the cuff of his shirt, arms hanging at his sides. 

“Should I wait outside?”

She could never get tired of the way in which he looked at her, with a tenderness she hadn’t seen before. Fingers brushed the side of his face until they rested on his chin, tilting it up lightly.

     ❛ You can wait here. I’m just going to give one last check you the         boys’ medication. ❜

With a smile, Betty pecked his lips. She had jut parted and couldn’t wait until she could kiss them again. Her addiction was scary, especially because she constantly forgot about the fact that sooner or later they would have to part. They would part, go on with their lives cursed by not being able to feel the same way for anyone else.

    ❛ That way you won’t miss me as much ❜

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joneshead:

He shot her another smile, rather smug with the response his words had elicited. The playfulness she wore in her face was reflected back in his, eyes glimmering with a boyishness that rarely saw the light of day. It had been reserved for quiet moments between them, and for Archie’s room too. But sheer sarcasm and dryness had given way to a more innocent and less jaded side of Jughead, a side he didn’t really realize he had.

“Oh should I go then?” Jughead replied turning to follow her with his eyes as she stepped towards the tray of paint. “I can leave you to it – I’m sure Pop would be happy to see me right now – hey.”

As the paint splattered up on his cheek, he raised his eyebrows and slowly wiped it with a knuckle. Of course, it only smeared across his skin, resulting in a noise of disapproval from him. 

With a sudden swiftness, he ducked towards the floor and grabbed the paint stick, still wet from being dipped in the can. He brandished it like a sword. “You’re going to seriously regret that.”

If FP could see him now, he would most probably be happy. Even after the things he had done and the mistakes he made, FP loved his son more than anything and it showed. Betty’s mom assured her they had discussed their decision with him and he had agreed that it would be the best case scenario for Jughead. Someone selfish of drunk with pride would’ve refused right away. Betty couldn’t be happier that they had come to an agreement that turned to the best outcome.

 He laughter echoed in the room as she witnessed the pain being smudged on his face, a laughter that died out as her eyes followed the path of his hand. Betty stood up almost immediately, backing up with hands in the air and a shaking head.

    ❛ Dont.You.Dare, Jughead Jones. You know that wasn’t on purpose! ❜

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joneshead:

He rolled his eyes and gave her an impish smile, looking up from the task at hand. She had her hair pulled back, as was usual, but the shabby clothes she wore to avoid getting paint on anything nice was simply endearing. He too was dressed in one of his more ratty t-shirts – not that any of them were in particularly good condition, but he wasn’t really worried about the stains he’d soon have. 

Except for the hat, which he’d carefully discarded in the top drawer of his new dresser, where it would be safe and sound.

“Fine,” Jughead huffed softly, tapping the stir stick on the edge of the can before letting it fall onto the newspaper. “I hate it. Loathe it. Despise, detest, abhor, and repudiate it.” Lifting the can of grey-blue paint, he slowly began pouring it into the roller tray. The thick liquid filled the container, smooth like molasses. 

Getting to his feet, he looked over at her again, smile returning to his lips. “I guess – but that doesn’t give you an excuse to just stand around and watch, you know.”

Whenever he smiled, she smiled; it was like a chain reaction. Betty adored seeing him happy and knowing that she was actively being part of that happiness. With him in the Southside, the blonde had been scared things could take a turn for the worse. But he had a loving family. A warm meal every night and a nice breakfast every morning. Not to mention he had a girlfriend with a habit of sneaking in for cuddles.

     ❛ Okay, okay, too much honesty. ❜

Betty chuckled lifting her hands in a matter of defeat. After years of knowing Jughead Jones, she was more than used to his humor, a little trait of his that might throw some people off. A hand flew to her chest at his next words, an overly exaggerated gasp leaving her lips.

     ❛ Are you implying I’m a slacker? Cause I intend to paint 3/4 of this room at least. ❜ 

The girl laughed at her own words, soaking the paint rolled in paint before shaking it a bit too harshly, drops of green paint now adorning Jughead’s face, 

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joneshead:

betty cooper .

“Not that pink isn’t totally my colour,” Jughead said as the lid pops off the can of paint, wobbling against the newspaper that covers the floor of his new room. “But I’m going to be really glad to see it go.”

It had only been two days, and it simultaneously felt like it was still the first and like it had been a year. He couldn’t believe how easy it had been to settle in down the hallway from her, to make himself at home in a place he never thought he would be so welcome. But he had, and it was kind of miraculous in and of itself. It was already beginning to feel like home in a strange way, and the trip to the paint store led by Hal Cooper himself had been just one more thing to really make the old guest room his. 

Jughead stuck the paint stick in the can and began to stir the smooth liquid. “Really I’m just surprised your mom trusted us to do this ourselves.”

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She couldn’t recall ever seeing him so happy. Betty had complained about hi pessimism, his inability to see good in his life, but now she could see it was all a matter of circumstances. Being where he was; he had all the rights to complain. He seemed at ease now. Even his smile, form the moment her father offered him to stay with them, was different, a lot lighter, a lot more careless.

      ❛ Don’t lie, you hate it! ❜

Betty laughed, gazing around the room as he opened up the paint. She could already see the final result in her mind. She was doing to do everything in her power to make that room as cozy and possible. It was still hard to believe that, not only where they letting them paint the room together, but that they had agreed on letting Jughead in. Despite everything that happened, Betty was now more convinced than ever that her parents were great people.

   ❛ Well she probably thought painting your own room would be a nice experience. I mean, it makes it       more yours, right ? ❜

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hello r u and veronica related bc damn

PFFFFFFFFT BET COMPLIMENT EVER! <3 

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[voracitism]

❣ for a caught in the rain kiss ☁ for a trail of kisses along your muses body ✱ for a forceful (non/dub) kiss ❦ for an angry, hateful kiss ⁂ for kisses up the inner thigh ⌲ for a sensual, handsy kiss ☆ for a secret / forbidden kiss ★ for a breaking up your wedding kiss ♡ for a wet, sloppy kiss ❤ for teasing kisses along hipbones and lower ✿ for a playful turned possessive kiss  ❆ for a “but they’re in the next room!” kiss ✲ for a random one of the above. 

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joneshead:

“A man and a woman in the same quarters, cuddling?” he scoffed quietly, his smile still teasing as he kissed her back, lips responding eagerly to hers. “What a scandal.”

Jughead Jones was rarely the type of person to see what he wanted and go for it. He took his time, and rarely did he actually believe he could ever have what he wanted. But things were different with her, and staying away simply hadn’t been an option.

He finally released her, his hands dropping to his sides as he shifted away from the desk and around her. Pulling back the curtain, he glanced in towards the med bay, the bright lights evidently not enough to keep its patrons from falling asleep. 

“How long until the shift change?” Jughead asked, turning back to her with a steady expression, and though his question was asked casually, there was a hint of eagerness to be alone with just her. 

Her laughed filled the room, dying out as she remembered to be quiet and not to alert anyone. God forbid anyone found them together. If Veronica had been smart enough to notice the fleeting glances then anyone else could. The wisest choice would be to put an and to it all, but how do you ask yourself to put an end to the one thing that makes you happy? It was impossible.

A sigh was given when he pulled away, already missing having his arms around her. Eyes stared at him as he walked to open the curtains, a smile forming on her lips at the simple gaze of his form.

  ❛ Around fifteen minutes? Can you wait for me ? ❜

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@piinkperfection / @undeciided is the loveliest person i’ve ever met. jo is so talented and is simply a joy to write with. she captures the voices of all her characters so perfectly that just seeing her on my dash makes my day better.  //  Anonymous

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joneshead:

“All the other soldiers are going to think I get special treatment,” he said in a fake whine, eyes falling to the curve of a smile on her lips. It was impossible not to be sucked in by everything about her. 

Although his duty was never far from his mind, nor were the patients on the other side of the curtain, right where he’d once sat, he almost felt as if they could have been standing back in America, in any place on Earth. The way she leaned into him pulled him further from his own mind, his attention only on the press of her body, the warmth of her hands against him. As she bit down on her lip, he knew the tell, the mischief behind limpid eyes. 

“You’re corrupting me, Betty Cooper,” he teased lightly, letting fingers curl against the fabric of her uniform. His teeth grazed his lower lip as his eyes flickered over her face. “Andrews is going to start thinking I’ve moved out – I’m going to go back to my tent to find him using my bed as a drying rack for his laundry.” 

But the pointed jokes were nothing, and there was no denying her. Jughead let out a soft sigh. “If you insist…”

He probably had special treatment since that day onwards. Betty had quickly developed a soft spot for him. He had become a light in her life, something to look forward to, something that kept her going despite the darkness that surrounded her. 

He leaned closer to her and her smile widened, liking the shared mischief in his eyes. Betty wasn’t normally one to flirt openly, nor one to show a less than proper behavior for a young lady. But her had opened Pandora’s box that night, he had summoned a side of her .

   ❛ I merely said cuddle. How can that be of bad influence? ❜ 

Eyebrows raised playfully before she kissed away his sigh. It was a short kiss, soft as always.

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[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

“Fuck” Sentence Starters

Angry

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Fuck this.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Fuck that!”

“I fucking hate him/her/them/you.”

“Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!”

“Shut the fuck up.“

“Get your fucking act together.”

“Keep your shitty nose out of my fucking business.”

“Leave me alone, or I’ll fuck you up.”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!”

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

“Who stole my fucking shit?!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“You wanna fucking go, punk?”

“Get the fuck over it.”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

Sad

“Fuck life.” 

“No, I’m not fucking over it.”

“Why the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

“Why did things have to go so fucking wrong?”

“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.”

“Try to fucking stop me from leaving my room. It’s not gonna happen.”

“The love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.”

“I fucking miss him/her/them.”

“Who the fuck cares?”

“All of this fucking shit was for nothing.”

“I fucked up my own life.”

“I can’t believe I did this fucking shit all over again.”

Insults

“Fuck you!”

“I fucked your mom last night.” 

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“You just think you’re fucking hilarious, don’t you?” 

“Who the fuck died and made you king/queen/ruler?” 

“Go to fucking hell, you piece of shit!”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Motherfucker!”

“Wow, that’s fucking small.”

“Get the fuck over yourself.”

Sexy

“Fuck me.”

“I don’t ‘make love’, I fuck.”

“I’d fuck you all night long.”

“You look like a fucking dog in heat.”

“You look so fucking hot right now.”

“Fuck–faster~”

“FUCK, I’m gonna come!”

“I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“You’re one cocky motherfucker. Let’s go back to my place.”

“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

“F-fuck–please–~”

“I’d let you fuck me any day.”

“You better use a fucking condom.”

“Tell me what you want me to fucking do to you.”

“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”

“Fuck, it’s big.”

“Let’s make a fucking baby.”

Situations

“Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital.”

“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”

“Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”

“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”

“This is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.”

“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”

“Fuck, I’m so wasted.”

“What the fuck did we do last night?”

“Where the fuck am I?”

“Fuck. SHIT. There goes my car.”

“Wait–fuck. Isn’t that my house?”

“Fuck it. Might as well have fun, if we’re going to get caught.”

“Why the fuck do you have gasoline?”

“Where the fuck did that baby come from?!”

“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”

“FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!”