"Let the water in."

RP blog for the Bloodharbor Reaper himself, Pyke! Open to any and all. Written and obsessed over by @keeper-n0t-hero / league-0f-weirdos (Same person!). M!A: None! Not accepting.

[sinking-sank-surfaced]

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His strong, wet arms wrapped around her belly without a warning, and soon enough he rested his head on her shoulder. “How are the animals?” He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

[sinking-sank-surfaced]

¡ / how about u choose the weapon

(choices? oh no, my worst enemy) The port was quiet, and the drowned man sat besides the assassin. Just watching the waves, and the stars. “I didn’t...” He broke the silence, turning his head to Kayn. “... think, that I’d ever have a night I wasn’t drowning someone again. Thanks.”

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[sinking-sank-surfaced]

Gently gives one (1) delicate spank on Pyke's rear. (?)

“... there a reason for that?”

[sinking-sank-surfaced]

'' hey, cutie. pants down. ''

“I finally come back, and that’s the first thing you say...?” He chuckles. And complies. One now half-naked drowned man stands in front of Kayn.

[sinking-sank-surfaced]

«Will you still love me even if I'm a bottom...?»

“In our ways, we fought and teased before the winner took their position on the top.” “... I guess, we can just assume I win every time. That solves things.”

[mundanesalad]

[plunges hand into water, pulls out a live lobster, and answers it like a phone]

[kingatticus]

[places lobster gently back into the tank]

Wrong number

[sinking-sank-surfaced]

'' i have no idea what you mean. ''

“You... ah. Yeah.” “I don’t know. Do what you feel. I got nothin’ to advice you within love.”

[sinking-sank-surfaced]

'' you don't? the girl seems to melt to your words. you have a huge talent then, dude! teach me your ways. ''

“Listen to the voices in your head, then. S’ what I did. Seems like they lead to more than just murder sometimes. Sometimes.”

[sinking-sank-surfaced]

'' you're a real casanova when you want. need some help with romantic backround music? i can provide a singing firefly. ''

“... I’m a new house?” He tilted his head, confused. “I don’t know how to flirt, Kayn. I can try. If you want it.”

[sinking-sank-surfaced]

“you okay?”

The Drowned One turned to face the Angel, nodding. “Fit as a sturdy net.” He turned to look at Bilgewater below them, sparse lanterns and open windows illuminating the settlement. “Guy below us ain’t.” He tugged on a rope tied next to him going all the way over the edge, pulling just enough to reveal the hanged man’s head. “Dirty captains.”

[sinking-sank-surfaced]

«Moon of my life... What does it mean... Milking someone...? Since we're not cows, I don't understand...»

“That’s sadly one of the things I know.”He leaves his hand on his forehead for a while, trying to think of a way to gently let her know. It wasn’t coming to him. “You shove your fingers up a guy’s arse and look for their spot. And keep doing it until they’re as dry as beef jerky. I uh, met a few folk who were into it back in my butcherin’ days. Weird people. Very cheerful.“

[ncumenia-archived]

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[sinking-sank-surfaced]

“Not the way you milk a man, no.” “... but we can always try and find out.”

[sinking-sank-surfaced]

«Moon of my life... What does it mean... Milking someone...? Since we're not cows, I don't understand...»

“That’s sadly one of the things I know.”He leaves his hand on his forehead for a while, trying to think of a way to gently let her know. It wasn’t coming to him. “You shove your fingers up a guy’s arse and look for their spot. And keep doing it until they’re as dry as beef jerky. I uh, met a few folk who were into it back in my butcherin’ days. Weird people. Very cheerful."

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send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night.

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Send me ‘What If’ scenarios for my muse to answer.

[sinking-sank-surfaced]

one day? i’m gonna reach my peak again? and y’all will see