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@saints-wrapped-in-plastic
s h e l o v e s d a n g e r f r o m a d i s t a n c e, s e n d i n g r o s e s t o v a m p i r e s a n d h o p i n g s h e' l l g r o w f a n g s o f h e r o w n
w e l c om e
t o m y F R E A K S H O W
NON-SELECTIVE, MULTIMUSE, CANON AND OC-FRIENDLY
ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR MY HAZBIN HOTEL OC mature themes present MDNI PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE INTERACTING
love this gimmick
Slow burn but it's two people with insane chemistry who both are pining immensely and should probably make out but they just wanna 'take things slow' and dance around it forever until someone confesses AND THEN MAKE OUT FINALLY
"I know this is hell, but--hasn't anyone heard of courting? The time period before sex and dating? Is that...nonexistent here, or...?"
((ooc post))
...this is what Harper does when people hit on her 💀
tw: shipping lol :D, humor, random guy
are you gonna go have littel flings with the rest of them to? Stolas? Moxxie? Going three for three? *sarcastic*
"Excuse me?"
"This happened before I met Striker, and I assure you I'm not interested in anyone else as of now. It was a spontaneous, unplanned thing and it obviously will not be happening again. I m an adult, and I was single at the time. Don't talk about things you don't know.''
this'll explain things
*yeets harvest moon festival episode, western energy and oops at her*
"What is this?"
(( "Ohh...here, just watch this." ))
( around forty minutes later )
"Oh."
YOU HAD A ONE NIGHTER WITH BLITZ???? DAMN GIRL
"The way you're saying it makes it sound like we had sex--we DID NOT for that matter, second of all, is there something I'm missing here? Why does it...matter?"
You don't care he likes Blitz?
"Striker? No, I already knew. I don't blame him either, he's sort of charming in his own way. Slightest bit of an asshole, but I understand the attraction."
(( "Wait...you know Blitzo?" ))
"Oh sure, I met him during a, ahem, excursion to Earth. It was a short little fling, just went out for drinks and caused a bit of mayhem. I wasn't interested in having sex, y'know, so we made out a bit and bid farewell."
(( "WHAT." )) "What..?"
would u ever be in a poly relationship?
"Me...? Uh, hard no."
"The closest thing to that I'd be comfortable with is an open relationship, it doesn't really bother me if my partner wanted it--but I personally would rather stick with one partner.. " "Course, we'd have to set terms and such first--that's no excuse to cheat or anything."
who was ur first like you know....THE FIRST who de flowered you???
''No one. I'm a virgin."
I HAVE HAD IT WITH THIS MOTHERFUCKIN' OUTFIT ON THIS MOTHERFUCKIN' BLOG!
(((Art belongs to: )))
https://x.com/Hoshi_Ko_acc?t=Dyse58D7ZIyp2f56XWXQHw&s=09
God, she's trying not to laugh
"Aww, it's not so bad, hun. Cute, even."
(( "You know what would be cute? If YOU wore it.''))
"Hell no."
"It took ten fucking minutes for my nose to stop bleeding. "
I'm sorry but, ya'll sleeping on Striker, good night. 🙄
There's nothin' like a long, warm, relaxing shower, right?
@saints-wrapped-in-plastic
".... "
Blink. Give her a second her brain has to catch up. Oh okay here we go--her wings poof up and the feathers bristle as she quickly covers her face. ((''Your nose is bleeding.'')) ''----I know.''
If you weren't a literal assassin you could have been a singer or something or uh huh
Maybe a model😳😳
She chuckles.
"I'm a shapeshifter, I've been a lot of things. The thing is, people don't tend to connect the dots. They prefer take things at face value. Instant gratification. Who's to say I haven't dabbled?"
I can bite you ;-))))))
"When I said I wanted to be bit, I meant in a specific place, in a specific manner, with a specific person. So.....No thank you.''
Heheheheh.....
pause.
"Well, damn, you were not supposed to see that."
Mighty sorry, sugar feathers, didn't do it on purpose...
But I sure am glad I did.
"Well, now I know to be more covert about it at least."
((( @saints-wrapped-in-plastic continued from: )))
She nodded absent-mindedly, standing up to run her fingers through Quicksilvers mussed silver mane. ''Sure we'll have a bit of time in the
*The cowboy nodded, sitting by the fire and taking off his hat.
From his backpack, he took out a few rations of food, his canteen of water, and a flask of tequila.*
"Don't look at me like that, I ain't gonna get drunk, don't worry. Want some?"
She chuckles, shaking her head slightly.
''Mm, I didn't think so. I lived in Wrath two year, y'know? Before I, uh...left. I'm well aware you all can hold your liquor.''
She nodded before sitting next to him on the bank of the river, then answering his inquiry.
''Sure.''
*He took a sip and passed her the flask, unwrapping some sort of beef jerky and crackers. He also had chocolate and fruit energy bars. After a few minutes, Striker shivered slightly and took his blanket, wrapping it around both of them.*
"I'm cold-blooded."
She took a sip of the drink, setting it between them. When she felt the fabric of the blanket touch her shoulders, it snapped her from her thoughts.
''Ah, I see.''
She stretched her large wings, wrapping the left one around him, which was more than large enough to do so. Bit like a heated blanket, really. ''I tend to run hot myself, but it is chilly tonight, hm?''
Striker felt a warm flush rise to his cheeks, his embarrassment mingling with gratitude as they cuddled close by the crackling bonfire. Despite his initial shyness, he found solace in their shared intimacy, the flickering flames casting a soft glow over their faces.
"Uh, yeah...thanks for the extra warmth."
He added with a grateful smile, feeling a sense of peace settle over them as they enjoyed the quiet moment together.
He shifted slightly, drawing Harp even closer, reveling in the warmth of their embrace amidst the dancing shadows of the fire. In that moment, he felt a sense of contentment washing over him, grateful for the simple pleasure of being together under the nocturnal sky.
This could've been their last night together, but he would've kinda ruined the moment if he said it out loud.
Better enjoy the present rather than brood over the unpredictable future.
She raised a brow slightly at the hand she felt ravel around her waist, pulling her a bit closer--but she didn't comment on it--she enjoyed it quite a bit, actually.
Hmm...when was the last time she indulged in just...silence. Comfortable silence, at that? Nothing came to mind.
She chuckled silently. When she felt a slight weight ease onto her shoulders, she realized, at a glance, Striker seemed to have fallen asleep. Her stomach fluttered as she quickly looked away, cheeks quickly warming with what she knew to be a vivid golden flush. Well, she wasn't going to wake him up. It wouldn't hurt to take the rest of the night watch. Because she was being friendly, riiight? Not because she was enjoying herself and didn't want to move or anything. Sure.
Striker's hand lingered around Harp's waist, pulling her closer in the gentle embrace of the night. He could sense her quiet amusement, her chuckle barely audible against the backdrop of crackling flames and rustling leaves. As the weight of exhaustion settled over him, he allowed himself to drift into a peaceful slumber, unaware of the fluttering in Harp's stomach or the warmth spreading across her cheeks.
In the depths of his dreams, he found solace in her presence, the tranquility of the moment seeping into his subconscious. He trusted her implicitly, surrendering to the safety of their companionship without reservation. And if he were to wake, he knew he would find her standing watch, her unwavering vigilance a testament to their unspoken bond.
But for now, wrapped in the comforting embrace of sleep, he found a rare moment of serenity amidst the chaos of their journey. And as the night wore on, he remained blissfully unaware of the emotions stirring within Harp, content in the knowledge that they were in this together, whatever the dawn may bring.
Once morning hit, Harp quietly took a dip in the river (of course after stoking the fire a bit and laying the excess blanket around Striker, being careful not to wake the outlaw up.).
Once she had finished the quick bath, she threw on the extra clothing she had brought. Some plain dark blue ripped jeans and a black tank top, which tactfully revealed the black tattoos sprawling across her left arm from the shoulder down. (At least that was what the markings resembled, and it was easier to say that than explaining the angelic origin of the birthmarks.) She then put some tea in a small kettle to boil, it would be best to have a light breakfast for the trip, and frankly, perhaps it was nerves but she didn't feel too peckish.
(Note: Usually use my laptop but I'm replying from my phone so sorry if the font set-up is a bit off.)
@helluvaoutlaw
Striker stirred from his slumber, the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the trees, casting a golden hue over the campsite. For a moment, he remained in a state of blissful relaxation, the memory of their peaceful evening by the bonfire lingering like a pleasant dream.
But as the fog of sleep lifted, a sudden realization hit him like a bucket of cold water. He had slept through the entire night. His eyes widened in disbelief, a mixture of surprise and chagrin washing over him as he glanced around the campsite.
"Ahh, god-fuckin'-dammit..."
He muttered, shaking his head in mild self-deprecation.
"Didn't I tell ya to wake me up?"
"Uh-huh. And I chose not too. " She smothered a smile, looking up from the fire she was stoking to prop a hand on her hip. "Wasn't a problem, I wasn't tired anyway. I'd be up all night either way. "
"Y'know, first rule 'bout being a merciless bounty hunter...is gettin' sleep. Maybe you should get less caffeine..."
He yawned and stretched, before wobbly moving towards the stream and kneeling down to wash his face.
"Something like that, sure."
She raised a brow, dusting her hands off on her pants before heading towards the tent, beginning to take it down. "If we get going before noon, we should be there by nightfall latest."
She mused as she wiggled the poles from the canvas material.
"Anyway, I've already had my fill but there's tea and breakfast over the fire if you're interested."
