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[rpmoaningandmemes-deactivated20]

Go on anon and fluster my muse.

[mystic-of-the-wild-ones]

Who the hell are you? - Texas Red

@sharpshotshootout

Mystic only gives Texas a cursory glance before closing his eyes again, scooting further back into the hidey-hole between the train cars. The spider crawls over face to hide on his neck, and he grimaces as it nearly pokes his eye out for the fifth time that day.

“Mystic,” he says shortly. “Who are you?” It’s clear he’s unaware of the derailed train being Texas’ place of residence, he’d been shot in the leg fleeing from a lone drac patrol on his way to the market- just a graze, but he’d needed somewhere to stop and rest up before he crashed.

[mystic-of-the-wild-ones]

“I’m definitely not,” Mystic confirms, taking Texas’ hand. “Not much different back east, probably a lot worse, all things considered.” He doesn’t seem keen on elaborating, but his tone says enough- whatever it is, is just as bad as Better Living. 

He takes in the sight of the train cars properly, and he seems almost surprised at just how big they are. It must have taken Texas forever to put everything together, and he’s surprised it’s not a more well-known landmark.

[sharpshotshootout]

Texas nods, leading Mystic into main car feeling some sense of pride, seeing Mystic’s surprise at the train and gestures to the worn sofa. “Sit while I get the first aid.” He says, wanting to ask what ‘back east’ meant, but he knew better than to pry. Texas grabs the tub he stores all the medical supplies, tossing out the things meant for his arm before dropping it next to Mystic. He hands him a bottle of water too, just in case. 

[mystic-of-the-wild-ones]

Who the hell are you? - Texas Red

@sharpshotshootout

Mystic only gives Texas a cursory glance before closing his eyes again, scooting further back into the hidey-hole between the train cars. The spider crawls over face to hide on his neck, and he grimaces as it nearly pokes his eye out for the fifth time that day.

“Mystic,” he says shortly. “Who are you?” It’s clear he’s unaware of the derailed train being Texas’ place of residence, he’d been shot in the leg fleeing from a lone drac patrol on his way to the market- just a graze, but he’d needed somewhere to stop and rest up before he crashed.

[mystic-of-the-wild-ones]

“Yep.” He heaves himself up with a slight groan; he’s favoring one leg, but it doesn’t seem to be too bad. The spider disappears back into his pocket as it is wont to do, and he frowns slightly as he leans against the side of the car. 

“Why are you helping me?” he asks. His eyes are still half-closed, and he looks remarkably pale; since he’s not badly wounded, it must have just freaked him out. 

[sharpshotshootout]

Texas huffs, reaching out a hand so Mystic has another source of stability when he starts walking into the carriage. “Well I don’t really want you to bleed out on my front step.” he says, and waves his offered arm when Mystic doesn't take it.

“Come on. You’re obviously not from ‘round here, I can give ya’ some pointers while we get that leg patched up.” Texas suggests, no longer too worried about what threat this man might pose. His lingering unease is due to the possibility of dracs searching for said man... an outsider in the zones means there’s places beyond the radiation, means there’s still people alive. 

[mystic-of-the-wild-ones]

Who the hell are you? - Texas Red

@sharpshotshootout

Mystic only gives Texas a cursory glance before closing his eyes again, scooting further back into the hidey-hole between the train cars. The spider crawls over face to hide on his neck, and he grimaces as it nearly pokes his eye out for the fifth time that day.

“Mystic,” he says shortly. “Who are you?” It’s clear he’s unaware of the derailed train being Texas’ place of residence, he’d been shot in the leg fleeing from a lone drac patrol on his way to the market- just a graze, but he’d needed somewhere to stop and rest up before he crashed.

[sharpshotshootout]

Texas glares warily at the spider the man is calmly letting climb all over him. He’s on edge even though its obvious this odd stranger is hurt. Hardly anyone comes by the train, much less choosing to hide in between carriages, so it had been very startling to find him tucked against the small railing on the crooked train car. 

“‘m Texas Red.” He says cautiously, suddenly wishing he had brought some kind of weapon- then again, this was his train! He had no reason to carry weapons around his home. “Did any dracs see you come near the train?” 

Him and Running Gun had gone huge lengths to make it seem abandoned enough for the patrols to completely ignore it. It had taken almost a year, and the precautions Texas took to keep it that way now that Running was gone were just routine now. This man could have completely ruined it. 

[mystic-of-the-wild-ones]

Mystic shakes his head. The dracs had barely gotten a shot in before he’d disappeared into a ravine, making his way along the narrow stone path at the bottom until it started closing in, then he’d climbed up and headed for what he’d found to be the nearest decent shelter- it’d just so happened to be the train.

He brings a hand up to his shoulder to pet the spider, and it grabs his hands in its two front legs and moves to rest on the hollow of his throat. “Nothing followed me here, I can assure you of that much,” he says. His voice is strange, low and quiet, like he’s making an effort not to speak loudly and pitching it down ever-so-slightly. He doesn’t have the telltale Zones accent either, nor that of someone from the City- it’s strange and unfamiliar.

[sharpshotshootout]

Texas frowns at the man’s accent, so different from anything he’s ever heard before. He curls his prosthetic into a fist, relaxing it a second later and repeating it- a habit he did when he was thinking. The spider was kind of creeping him out. 

“Ok,” he says, a bit roughly. “Ok. Can you get up? ‘S a good hidin’ spot, but inside the cars would better. Might as well get you patched up too.” At least if the man was inside, Texas would have an eye on him. Didn’t seem like much of a threat, actually. He’d give directions on how to leave without being seen, that was the important part. 

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Misc. scenario meme.

Send one for the following scenario. Add ‘reverse’ for our muse’s roles to be reversed where applicable.

[FREEDOM] - My muse is in recovery from being mind controlled/brainwashed for an extended period of time, and is currently living with your muse.

[HAUNTING] - My muse is a supernatural or mythical creature of some kind (feel free to specify) whose territory includes your muse’s home or town.

[CHAMPAGNE] - Our muses went to a party together, and have been flirting and making passes at one another all night. Now the party’s over, and they’ve made it home together, but there’s still unresolved tension between them.

[REAPPEARANCE] - Someone from my muse’s past has resurfaced - for better or worse - and they come to your muse for advice, shelter, or perhaps to celebrate. 

[REVEAL] - My muse confesses a secret to yours that they either never talk about, or haven’t told anyone about in a long time.

[TENSION] - Our muses have been arguing, and things have gotten… oddly heated. It’s difficult to tell whether they’re about to break into a fight, or start kissing.

[BETRAYAL] - Your muse discovers that mine has been lying to them about their intentions, actions or history all this time, and confronts them on it. 

[AGONY] - Your muse rescues mine from the hands of the enemy, and finds them in terrible shape. 

[COMFORT] - My muse takes the day off to shower your muse with the attention, comfort and affection they’ve been needing for a while.

[mystic-of-the-wild-ones]

Who the hell are you? - Texas Red

@sharpshotshootout

Mystic only gives Texas a cursory glance before closing his eyes again, scooting further back into the hidey-hole between the train cars. The spider crawls over face to hide on his neck, and he grimaces as it nearly pokes his eye out for the fifth time that day.

“Mystic,” he says shortly. “Who are you?” It’s clear he’s unaware of the derailed train being Texas’ place of residence, he’d been shot in the leg fleeing from a lone drac patrol on his way to the market- just a graze, but he’d needed somewhere to stop and rest up before he crashed.

[sharpshotshootout]

Texas glares warily at the spider the man is calmly letting climb all over him. He’s on edge even though its obvious this odd stranger is hurt. Hardly anyone comes by the train, much less choosing to hide in between carriages, so it had been very startling to find him tucked against the small railing on the crooked train car. 

“‘m Texas Red.” He says cautiously, suddenly wishing he had brought some kind of weapon- then again, this was his train! He had no reason to carry weapons around his home. “Did any dracs see you come near the train?” 

Him and Running Gun had gone huge lengths to make it seem abandoned enough for the patrols to completely ignore it. It had taken almost a year, and the precautions Texas took to keep it that way now that Running was gone were just routine now. This man could have completely ruined it. 

[sharpshotshootout]

FEEL

Feel: how does your character react to a person’s touch ? a random stranger’s ? a loved one’s ? a friend’s ?

Texas isn’t really one for physical contact, but he’s not against it.

If it’s a stranger, he will politely tell them to back off or even push them away if needed.

A loved one, he’s all for it. He won’t often initiate anything, but if they lean against him, or slip their hand into his etc, he’ll reciprocate eagerly. He’s very strong. Big Arms. Big hands. Good for hugs! he’s always willing to hug a friend or be a pillow for them

[supersources]

                           GET TO KNOW MUSE ! BLOOD    :     what types of injuries has your muse sustained ? what was the worst ? DNA    :     what was your muses home life like ? YAH    :     what is something your muse agrees on 100% of the time ? ELEMENT    :     what is your muse “made of”, what is their character like ? courageous, loving, scared, etc. FEEL    :     how does your character react to a person’s touch ? a random stranger’s ? a loved one’s ? a friend’s ? LOYALTY    :     does your character have any loyalty to any group ? PRIDE    :     what is your muses biggest flaw ? HUMBLE    :     how does your muse handle praise ? LUST    :     who does your muse find attractive ? LOVE    :     does your muse have a “special someone” ? XXX    :     what’s the raunchiest thing your muse has ever done ? FEAR    :     what are your muses biggest fears ? GOD    :     does your muse believe in a god ? if so, describe it. DUCKWORTH    :     has your muse ever thought about committing or committed a crime ?

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

Prompt List #5

Other Prompt Lists

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”

Kissing on sofa, foreheads pressed together, breathy, soft tender.

“Sometimes I wonder if you even like me…it sure feels like you hate me sometimes.”

“You were supposed to be my friend. That’s all…that’s all I asked of you. To be my friend. To care.”

“I look at him/her/them and I just..it’s like when the Grinch’s heart grows three sizes.”

“I don’t…i’ve never…been in a relationship and i’m going to make mistakes…I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me.”

“You really thought I was dead?”

“I want to believe, I do…I just…how can I believe in something that I can’t see?”

“You didn’t tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?”

“I feel sick…so anxious and sick and like my heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest.”

“Can we just make a decision? Please?”

“You don’t know what you do to me, do you?”

“I just want you to be safe. That’s all i’ve ever wanted for you!” 

“I want you to be happy…even if its not with me.”

“I want to feel like this forever.”

“You give me a reason to be better, to do better.”

“God, you are so fucking cute.”

“I love you, but I need you to go away because you’re really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow.”

“I…I can’t do this without you.”

“Don’t forget me?” 

“You weren’t there…why weren’t you there?”

“I needed you! I needed you!”

“Now it’s over…I don’t really know what to do.”

“Do you ever think?”

“I’m going to die. I’m going to die with an absolute idiot!” 

“How can you drink that stuff?”

“Oh no…he’s/she’s/they’re cute.”

“I can’t talk to cute people, okay? I don’t know how to flirt!”

“Sometimes you love someone and you don’t want them to leave…because if they’re beside you, you can see that they’re safe and you can keep them safe. But, if they go somewhere without you…you might lose them”

“No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!”

“I can’t imagine my life without you in it. You are so important to me, you are such a big part of my life, that I just…I can’t imagine you not here.”

“I just want you to be happy…”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“Stop apologising for other people! You’re not the shitty one!” 

“I want someone I can melt around. I want someone who melts around me too…I don’t want this standoffish, unromantic love that you’re offering. I want more than that.”

“I want to write you poetry, to write songs about you and draw your portrait! I want to make things for you! It frustrates the hell out of me hat I can’t draw and I can’t sing or write or play instruments or paint…You inspire me so fucking much…”

“You don’t own her/him/them. You don’t get to choose who they choose. I don’t get to choose who they choose. No one, but them, gets to make that decision.”

“Stop being a fucking dick.”

“That’s another way of saying you’re an arsehole.” 

“Can anyone else hear those Jumanji like drums? Or is it just me?”

“God, I love your face.”

Twirling a strand of their hair

Foreheads pressed together, breath intertwining, slow, content affection

“Please don’t say that about yourself. Please don’t believe that. You’re so much more than that. You’re so…”

“I’m only important when you need something from me.”

“I am fed up of half measures. I deserve better”

“Don’t look at me! I’m a mess!”

“I love it when you’re a mess!”

“Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting”

“I don’t think you’re annoying…I know…I don’t…I really like listening to and hearing what you have to say even if its a lot sometimes..”

“I just want to be swept off my feet…is that so bad? I’m fed up of being alone.”

One reaching for the others hand to comfort them, to provide support. A thumb brushing lightly against skin. 

Reciting poetry at the other in a dramatic and very public fashion

Those period shirts with the puffy sleeves and the deep v and one staring at the other like… oh no he/she’s hot. 

Heart eyes when the other talks, sings, dances, argues, does literally anything especially things which others make fun of them for or find annoying

“Oh, my ankle! I think it must be broken!” *wink* *wink*

“I want you to be proud of yourself. I want you to believe that you’re good enough because you are. You’re so amazing.”

“Did you get any sleep last night?”

“I haven’t slept since they/him/her left/died”

“You are an uncultured swine! There I said it!”

“I know I should be happy…I did well…I always do well…so why can’t I believe in myself?”

“Please do your homework, for me? Just one time…”

“I said one time, y’know…you didn’t have to actually start studying. Not that I’m not proud or anything.”

“Go big or go home”

“I’m already home.”

“I lost my wellie boot in the river…”

“I wish I knew who they were…”

“It was that bad here?”

“I look at you and I…I feel so sad because I love you but I also have been hurt so many times that I don’t think I can forgive and forget.”

Brushing hair from their face

Leaning into the others hand, turning their head and pressing a kiss to the palm

“I didn’t take you for the settling down type.”

Speaks in a terrible Shakespearean/Elizabethan style to woo/make the other laugh

“Should I go first or…do you want to go?”

“If you want to leave, we can leave.”

“I don’t want to ruin your party.”

“You could never ruin anything.”

“Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner.”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“I can finally understand why you call them your arch-nemesis…What. A. Dick.”

“Poetry isn’t supposed to be good, it’s supposed to make you feel things!”

“If you don’t get that stick out of your arse, i’ll do it myself and beat you with it.”

“Could you come get me?”

“Stop moving! I’m going to have to start counting all over again!”

“I just thought that since you weren’t feeling too good, maybe this would help.”

The one stumbling to the other’s front door after getting hurt/beaten up etc.

“Oh my heart it breaks! It shall never be whole again!” “She/He/They break up with you every other month. Shouldn’t it be used to the disappointment by now?”

“I thought you said no more dangerous stunts?”

“I’m not kissing you in the rain! We’ll catch our death!”

“Where’s your adventurous spirit?!”

“A walk in the woods might do you some good. Clear your head.”

“You have wronged me so bitterly…”

“Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?”

“Please get me away from him. He hasn’t left me alone all night and I am this close to committing a murder.”

“I apologise sincerely if my handsome/beautiful face has kept you awake all night.”

Massages but the sort that are actually practical and helpful. Like babe, you’re so uncomfortable let me help because you’re clearly in pain

“Would it help if I stayed?”

“So I had this really vivid dream…”

[yvesdot]

oc asks that reveal more than you think

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Ask them to describe their love interest.

Do they look good in red?

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

What age do they most want to be right now?

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Name one thing their parents taught them.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Do they like children?

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

What do they like that nobody else does?

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Stability or novelty?

Honesty or charity?

Safety or possibility?

Talent or effort?

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Would they date a fixer-upper?

What recurring dreams do they have?

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

[valvelocity]

Val watches the hand signs that Run was using, staring with a mix of mild fascination that’s mixed with confusion. It’s clear that he doesn’t understand what they’re doing, but when Texas seems to respond to the hand gestures, he quickly figures it out.

Instead of answering Texas (and Run’s) question, he asks one of his own. “Are you mute? I mean… Can you talk?”

[sharpshotshootout]

Running Gun shrugs, and gestures for Texas to explain. He sighs, smiling.

“When they want to, though it’s difficult. Don’t quite know what happened, but somethin fucked up their throat a while ago. The most they can do is whisper, really. So we just use ZSL.” He explains, waggling his fingers. Running Gun beams, and points to Val, signing ‘water?’

“You need any water, kid?” Texas translates, signing back what he knows about the young killjoy’s history. He knows they’ll want to help, whether Val likes it or not.

[sharpshotshootout]

Make Me Feel

15: your muse is sick in bed and my muse takes care of them

Texas hands Val some water, sitting next to him on the old couch in the main train car. The younger ‘joy has been sick for a few days now, and is finally letting Tex and Run take care of him. He’s mostly just been offering comfort as Running Gun worries over Val and the horrendeous cough that seems to rattle his whole body.

They managed to find some medicine, and has been giving a dose to Val every couple of hours, as well as some of their peaches and noodles. Texas pets Val’s hair when he’s overcome with another coughing fit.

“Deep breath, kid.” He murmurs, trying not to show his concern.

[valvelocity]

For the first few days, Val continuiously insisted that he was fine; that he was perfectly healthy and that nothing was wrong. He resisted any form of help that was offered, too; didn’t want extra water or supplies, wouldn’t do anything to bring his fever down, nor would he accept the medicine.

But after a while, his symptoms became too much and he found his body exhausted from pretending nothing was wrong. So he reluctantly allowed the pair to take care of him - though made it clear how he didn’t like to be ‘babied’ whenever they checked up on him. Even while ill, Val still wanted to keep up the 'tough guy’ personality that he had been trying to go for.

“I–” he starts to talk before his body erupts into another coughing fit. He turns his head away from Texas so that he’s not coughing directly into his face, half sitting up as he tried to take in a breath.

[sharpshotshootout]

Texas gently rubs Val’s back, soothing the young killjoy as he nearly hacks up a lung. It was worrying, and Texas was trying his best to not hover over Val too much, to let the kid keep up his rough personality. Running Gun keeps checking Val’s forehead for fever anyways.

“Don’t try to talk, it’s ok.” Texas says, pulling the blanket next to him over Val’s shoulders.

He seems to be getting worse. It’s frightening-sickness in the zones is not something to be tough about. It has the potential to take over your body much quicker than you think. Granted, Killjoy’s immune systems are most likely shit, which doesn’t help.

Running Gun starts putting water in the old metal pot they found, bringing it outside to use the burning sand to heat it up.

“Running’s making some tea, that’ll help your cough.” Texas reassures, tucking Val’s shivering frame against his side.

[vhsmeme]

* interview the muse

‘ do you miss anyone? ’

‘ how are you doing? ’

‘ do you believe in ghosts? ’

‘ what makes you laugh? ’ 

‘ list your top three bands or singers. ’ 

‘ how many blankets do you sleep with? ’

‘ does your name hold any special meaning to you? ’

‘ gum, cake, pie or ice cream? ’

‘ favorite book? ’

‘ are you a good person? ’

‘ describe love. ’

‘ have you ever taken part in an uprising? ‘

‘ favorite song? ’

‘ name a guilty pleasure. ’

‘ the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you today? ’

‘ tell me one truth and one lie. ’

‘ do you like people? ’

‘ what motivates you? ’

‘ describe the perfect weekend. ’

‘ any pet peeves? ’

‘ do you need a hug? ’

‘ would you like to have kids? ’

‘ do you have any tattoos? ’

‘ classical, oldies, punk, hip hop or country? ’

‘ when was the last time you cried? ’

‘ are you religious? ’

[classic-starters]

starters from the 1967 book, THE OUTSIDERS by s.e. hinton

“quit shaking me, i’m okay.”

“they didn’t hurt you too bad, did they?”

“you’re bleedin’ like a stuck pig.”

“did they pull a blade on you?”

“they ain’t gonna hurt you no more.”

“you’re crazy, ( name ), out of your mind.”

“what were you doin’, walkin’ by your lonesome?”

“you don’t ever think.”

“it’s just because you’re the baby — i mean, he loves you a lot.”

“how come you dropped out?”

“what’s it like?”

“take your feet off my chair and shut your trap.”

“oh, my, my, you’ve got me scared to death.”

“guess what i’ve been in for?”

“you don’t look the type.”

“what’s your name?”

“what’s a nice, smart kid like you running around with trash like that for?”

“glory, what time is it?”

“you what?!”

“oh no! no, not my hair!”

“i’m still tired.”

“things have been happening so fast … “

“i killed a kid last night.”

“there sure is a lot of blood in people.”

“i’ll stop crying in a minute … i can’t help it.”

“nothing gold can stay.”

“i always remembered it because i never quite got what he meant by it.”

“i look lousy, but don’t rub it in.”

“i’ll get them, don’t worry!”

“and don’t but me about it.”

“you shouldn’t be smoking.”

“he didn’t get much sleep this week. he hardly slept at all.”

“he’s getting might big to be carried.”

“i can’t feel anything below the middle of my back … ”

“you’ll be okay.”

“i don’t want to die now. it ain’t enough.”

“it’s not fair.”

“i don’t want to see her.”

“i am a menace to society. man, do i have fun!”

“stay gold, ( name ), stay gold.”

[abravelittlehobbit]

; send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character's reaction to your character running their fingers through my character's hair.

[justanotherrpmeme]

bonus if you add description!

[parismemes]

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

[quotesandbandsugh]

Brutally honest hour.

A. If I’m in love

B. Last person I talked on the phone with

C. How long has it been since I’ve kissed?

D. If I have a preference for boys or girls?

E. How many piercings?

F. Give me any options like “hot or cold”

G. Last person said “I love you” to

H. Last person I hugged

I. Last time I felt jealous and why

J. Are you insecure? What about?

K. My full name

L. Siblings?

M. If I forgive betrayal?

N. Favorite animal?

O. Where I’d like to travel?

P. Music I like

Q. Favorite flower

R. Is cheating ever okay?

S. 2 hobbies

T. 3 things you love unconditionally

U. Favorite time of the year and why? V. Big dreams?

W. If I’ve done something I regret very much

X. 3 turn ons

Y. 3 turn offs

Z. Ask any question you want

[revesdelavande-deactivated20210]

i swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.