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Blog Pinned Post *Long Post for Mobile Users*

{{So because mobile-tumblr makes links not work so well, this pinned post is going to be here for all the muses, rules, and pertinent information on this blog. It’s long which is why it’s under a readmore and I’m sorry that it’s so much to read but it’s the only way to make things easily accessible it seems...

So without further ado:

#Pinned Post #{{Just Muse list and rules for now}}#{{Will make muse pages at a later time that are hopefully more mobile friendly or will have to make another Post on the blog and tag it}}

poohsources

🐝 * ― 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺. ( nsfw. as a reminder: your muse = sender and my muse = receiver. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses. )

[ BUTT ] * your muse slaps my muses’ butt. [ SIXTY-NINE ] * our muses are pleasuring each other in the 69 position. [ MOUTH ] * my muse gives your muse a blowjob. [ LICK ] * my muse eats your muse out. [ THRUST ] * your muse penetrates my muse. [ HAND ] * my muse gives your muse a handjob. [ FINGER ] * my muse starts fingering your muse. [ ORGASM ] * my muse has an orgasm ( during sex, foreplay, etc. ). [ NECK ] * your muse kisses my muses’ neck. [ BREATS ] * your muse massages my muses’ breats. [ BULGE ] * your muse rubs my muses’ bulge through their pants. [ WAKE UP ] * your muse tries waking my muse up with kissing and touching. [ UNDRESS ] * your muse slowly takes my muses’ clothes off. [ BITE ] * your muse bites my muse. [ FACE ] * my muse rides your muses’ face. [ BEND OVER ] * your muse bends my muse over a table / couch / etc. [ SENSUAL ] * our muses have slow, gentle sex. [ ROUGH ] * our muses have rough, hard sex. [ TOUCH ] * your muse feels my muse up. [ TOYS ] * my muse uses a toy on your muse. [ BLINDFOLD ] * our muses have sex while one is blindfolded. [ SPREAD ] * your muse cuffs my muse to the bed in a spread eagle position. [ NIPPLE ] * your muse licks my muses’ nipples. [ TICKLE ] * my muse tickles my muse. [ SCRATCH ] * my muse scratches their nails down your muses’ back. [ MARK ] * your muse gives my muse a hickey. [ HAIR ] * your muse pulls on my muses’ hair. [ MASTURBATE ] * your muse touches themself in front of my muse. [ ICE ] * your muse uses an ice cube on my muses’ private parts. [ STRADDLE ] * my muse sits down in your muses’ lap. [ FOOD ] * our muses eat food off of each others bodies. [ WAX ] * your muse drips candle wax onto my muses’ body. [ HANDCUFF ] * your muse handcuffes my muse. [ SOUND ] * your muse prevents my muse from making any sounds. [ THROAT ] * your muse chokes my muse during sex.

#Sexual Sunday Edition #{{Please specify muse}}#{{It's not Sunday but that has never stopped anyone here xDDD}}

{{@deputygonebye cont'd from here because I can't figure out how to trim it and it's making want to throw something}}

"Yer spoutin' more nonsense than even m' brother managed," Daryl mutters unable to look at him. He knows he's being harsh and contrary but he's still too skittish to want to really let them close enough to try and trust in any of it, trust that he might have a place with these folks. "An' if yer hungry then go back. Ain't holdin' a gun to yer head an' forcin' yer ta stay here. 'M huntin' an' I'll damn well come back when 'm done."

Because he has a feeling that one of these days a return will have tightened looks and the announcement that no one was to go back out. Daryl wasn't having it. Not yet. He couldn't give up. She was a goddamn child and she deserved to be safe and back with her mother. He has to bring her back. Needs to.

His fingers tighten around his crossbow because there is no power in heaven, hell, or between that was going to make him just surrender this entire situation. Not until they knew for sure. Not until there was a body. She deserved that much. So did Carol. "Go on back. I've got this. Work better on m' own anyway. Then I don' hafta listen ta folks tell me how much I can or cannot risk fer someone else, fer a fuckin' child." He gives the other a look and adds, "Spent more goddamn time in the woods than a house. 'M good. Tell 'em...I ain't comin' back 'til I got her. Ain't listening ta whatever nonsense is spouted when they decide enough. I decide that fer me. An' I sure as shit ain't leavin' her out here. Had that happen an' won't let no one else go through it."

#deputygonebye #{{I don't know why it won't let me trim it so hopefully starting into a new post/thread might help?}}#{{tumblr and all it's changes and it still manages to break fundamental things}}#((The Hunter and Protector: Daryl Dixon))

Something, something People-ing... *closed RP w/chaoticrebels*

@chaoticrebels

"Why I gotta do it?" The look aimed at him is enough to have him wanting to repeat in a much more intensely annoyed tone because honestly at this point, he was sure that digging in his feet wasn't getting it across very well. "Rick..."

Nope, the man just crosses his arms and Daryl knows when he can't wheedle any further. With a huff, he turns on his heels with a muttered, "When this goes ta shit don' blame me fer it. I warned yer."

"Play nicely now."

Oh, the man could speak? He gives him a one-finger salute before stalking for his bike and wondering if it was a decent conversation wanted with the good ol' folks at Hilltop why he was attempting it. Who looked at him and thought 'yep, he's the spokesman'?

Despite all of it and the fact that Daryl did not do people well, he still obeys. Rick was family and he still couldn't tell him with any sort of firmness where to take his orders. So he'd suck it up. Besides, if this didn't go well then perhaps he might be allowed to go back to runs with Aaron and Eric. He preferred that. Let the personable members do the networking or whatever it was.

Of course his mood isn't much better upon arrival because there is an underlying reason that he doesn't want to be here of all places. In fact, he's sure there are a few levels of hell that might be more comfortable than who he was afraid might be here.

Not that Daryl Dixon was afraid of any goddamn man. Nope. Not even one with the cheeky wit that had him wanting to simultaneously punch and be amused at.

And it was a maddening mix he had no idea what to do with.

#chaoticrebels #((The Hunter and Protector: Daryl Dixon))

faememes

Send "I didn't know where else to go." For your muse to show up at my muse’s door.

Send "get in here." For my muse to show up at your muse's door.

#Meme Games #{{please specify muse}}

New Muse: Ren

{{Vampire OC. Ren is genderfluid (masculine presenting) with almost unearthly green eyes. Attire based on how they see themselves that night. They/them pronouns. They "haunt" an abandoned movie theater and have a fondness for westerns and cowboys in general. Thanks to @laebyrinths for the suggestion of a clean-shaven Robert Sheehan for a good visual reference}}

#Out of Survivors #{{Look I just love them okay}}#{{Figured I'd add another OC to the list}}

deputygonebye

stillxxhere

The words are foreign to him in ways that he does not think the other needs to know, and Daryl has no intention of explaining it. He was just not used to any part of this group. Hell, he was pretty sure he wasn't used to people in general. Hadn't ever been. So he'd usually go out alone even suffering Rick's displeased face and ignoring the usual spiel about not being foolish and risking himself. That they could not lose anyone else as if that included him in that conversation and Daryl is far from believing that.

And it doesn't help that sudden touches no matter how well meant always startled him like some skittish animal which is not the response he likes anyone to see: the flinch that spoke way more than he ever likes as no touches had ever come without a hefty price and he was trying to avoid anymore times of that. So Shane's ribbing, gentler or not, only has his jaw tightening before he focusing on the sounds in front of him. "Don' be daft," he finally mutters, "Don' need no babyin'. Not from yer or anyone. I can handle this. Clearly."

He wants to point out that Shane could be better served if he wanted to use his hero-complex or whatever it was for someone who needed to be chaperoned but Daryl wasn't a goddamn damsel. And it irks him to think that's what he saw him as.

Though in hindsight, he's not sure why what they think matters to begin with and it wasn't the time for it. Not when Sophia was out here somewhere and he needed to find her. She had to be safe.

Because what did that say if they couldn't protect a child in this new world? He's not willing to accept it and won't. If he has to be out here every day then he damn well will. So he sets his sights but the remark goes, "Ya do know if yer interfere wit' m' huntin' then we're gonna have a decidedly different kind of stew dontcha?" His voice is quiet but there is threat, "Yer don' get in m' fuckin' way an' I don' shoot yer ass wit' an arrow."

And he definitely didn't ask for someone pretending to be a goddamn white knight. Shane was several decades too late to rescue him anyway even if he was okay with it. But it's more than that; the rankle comes from the part of him that had wanted that so many times before and hadn't gotten it but now was not the damn time to be resentful of things that were never going to be his, clearly.

"If yer don' bein' spooked by wildlife, can we go? Or yer really gonna wave that damn thin' at leaves next?"

A bower of nature just overhead, branches and leaves and vines twined together, Shane continued on. Head down but senses always alert - for critters and Walkers alike - exposed tree roots and dirt paths stomped across without care nor hesitation. Further into the unknown, the woods that seemed almost as endless as the group's struggle for survival, there was no clear sign of Sophia. No print from her shoes to be found in the mud that lined the trail. No patch from torn clothing that had become snagged on sharpened bark; neither a stain of blood nor a collection of hair strands caught. More so like a ghost than a little girl, Sophia had disappeared completely. Gone off and was kept hidden from those who cared for her most, her heartbroken mother and all her friends, an apparition unseen. Sweat just near the nape of his neck gathering, Shane's mouth twitched in a curse unspoken, a sudden burst of agitation. Another day gone without so much as a clue, hopelessness had started its bloom within him. Doubt began to linger in the very back of his mind.

Wariness that ripened with each minute that passed, Daryl, more than anyone else in the camp, hadn't begun to felt the same. Devoted time and energy - climbed the mountains and swam the seas for Sophia - did all that he could in the name of the search. A better man than he appeared to be, attitude and person both hardened by life, a sweeter soul than he would've ever admitted to. Shane had seen him for who he really was several occasions over. When Daryl was certain that none were looking, in the quiet moments of peace that blessed their group. True colors the brightest that the former deputy had ever been welcomed to, unlike Merle, Daryl was warm in heart. Openly and surely felt, but never said aloud for the sake of public displays, the one sure person who would find Sophia through it all. Shane knew it just as well as everybody else back at the farm did. Daryl would find her.

Their relationship not a picture of perfect, but better than what it could've been, as he wandered deeper into the red oaks and bottlebrush buckeyes, leading the charge, Shane stole glances toward the youngest Dixon brother who walked behind. Studied the subtle flicker of his eyes from one corner of the woods to the other - how tense muscles held fast to a crossbow - innocence married to impurity. Impulsive in action just as much as he was in voice, handsome in that rough sort of way, masculine with a grizzled southern charm. It wasn't difficult to be drawn to Daryl. Entertaining a man as any, a history that still had many stories left to tell, there was luck in being united as he and Shane were. Only through an apocalypse could they have been; a once in a lifetime tragedy. Never in another way would they have seen each other, either side of a jailcell their best bet, an officer and troubled soul. But for all that it was worth, Shane was glad to have known Daryl. Liked him more than most would consider, would've rather seen him as part of the group than someone else, a strange brotherhood just started to grow.

"You ain't still mad about the chokehold, are you?" Shane asked, turning his attention from the dusty track back to Daryl for a quick moment, eyebrow raised in tease. "You know, man, I mean no offense. I'm only tryin' to look out for you. Just wanna keep everybody in our group alive and safe. We can't lose another one of our own. We can't risk it. Not anymore."

Shane sighed, slowing his pace so that he no longer walked in front of Daryl but alongside him, an invisible hand of companionship outstretched. "I don't know how much more of this our group can take. Carol, she's crackin' at the bits. Missin' her daughter, it's taken a toll on her. On all of us. I know Rick, he's sayin' otherwise, thinks we're on the right track, but I don't know. Every lead we follow's a dead end. We don't seem to be gettin' closer to Sophia than when we first lost her. Little girl's been gone too long. Daryl, it's been over 72 hours, and we ain't found nothin'. This whole thing... feels like we're goin' in circles."

stillxxhere

Daryl is sure that the other did mean well in his way; he was the sort to want to protect those he saw as his own. He's just not sure that includes him. Groups never really did or perhaps it was that he was never a part of one that he felt like he could trust. Merle had never been the most discerning individual when it came to things and he spent his life around types who would sell out their own just for one more glass or hit.

It wasn't a truth he was telling people he barely could manage to sleep well around yet. Maybe he never would. Maybe he just wasn't build for this kind of thing. But he would mention that, couldn't. Wasn't this groups problem.

And maybe, just maybe when he found Sophia and returned her to Carol, he might make himself no one's problem anymore. He could go...well, he wasn't sure where but he didn't know if he even could remain there. "Ain't bitchin' bout it," he finally settles with, "Did what yer had to. I get it." But it still didn't make him feel better. Sudden movements and touching never did, made him skittish and tense like some caught animal.

And he hates it in ways because he sees how broken he is when compared to the group on the better days when they laughed and teased and could manage a smile. He feels like this is all he could offer: tracking and hunting and it didn't make him one of theirs.

It made him the feral dog that just had a few uses and stayed by the fire at night. And he's not sure what will happen if he can't bring the girl home.

He can't think on it.

"If yer feel like it's a fool's errand then go back," he finally answers voice gruffer than he intends it to be as he shields his eyes with one hand, "Don' expect much outta a cop too used ta his coffee an' donuts to want to be in th' thick of it fer lon'." The words could be seen as an insult but Daryl is less sure of why he's still here with him when he's sure he'd feel more comfortable with any number of the group. "'M findin' that little girl an' brin'in' her home. Don' care much after all that. Ain't leavin' a child out here. We're not th' fuckin' monsters, Shane."

Because he remembered having a weekend in the woods and at that point there weren't walkers to contend with and he'd still been terrified. No one had come for him no matter how much he'd wanted them to. Sophia deserved better than that and he damn well wasn't going to let her feel like she'd been abandoned. Not a chance.

#deputygonebye #{{Heh cannot say as I blame him for looking}}#{{Daryl is just 'what do I offer these people except this' and it makes me sad for him}}#((The Hunter and Protector: Daryl Dixon))

dekutree

*dad voice* absolutely not

#((The Father Figure and Mentor: Hershel Greene))#((A Father and Reluctant Leader: Rick Grimes))

rpmemes-galore

Reblog this post to let mutuals know you're a-okay with them spamming you with ic asks / memes at any time!! Spontaneous interactions are great, fam

youvegotrpmemes

Send '❤️❔' if you'd be interested in discussing a potential ship between our muses!

-send '<3?' if the emojis don't show!

#Meme Games #{{Please specify muse}}#{{And also note that you can hop into my DMs as well to discuss}}#{{I do love ships}}

leneemusing

THE BUDDING ROMANCE PROMPTS

for couples that are just beginning explore the sexual side of their relationship.

DISCOVERY

[ EXPLORE ] sender gets flustered while making out with receiver after becoming aroused.

[ EXPLORED ] receiver gets flustered while making out with sender after becoming aroused.

[ EXPERIMENT ] muses try touching each other more intimately for the first time, groping, caressing and kissing new areas.

[ VENTURE ] for sender to start teasing receiver by brushing their hand between their thighs or across their chest to see how they react.

[ VENTURING ] for receiver to start teasing sender by brushing their hand between their thighs or across their chest to see how they react.

[ DISCOVERY ] muses undress each other for the first time.

[ NEED ] receiver approaches sender and kisses them longer and more passionately than they ever have before.

[ NEEDED ] sender approaches receiver and kisses them longer and more passionately than they ever have before.

[ BUILD UP ] muses are kissing and it naturally begins to get more heated and intimate than they’ve ever taken it before.

[ CAUGHT ] receiver catches sending getting flushed because of something they are doing or wearing.

[ CATCHING ] sender catches receiver getting flushed because of something they are doing or wearing.

COMMUNICATING

❝ i think i’m ready to go further now, if you are. ❞

❝ i’m a little nervous, but it’s a good nervous. ❞

❝ i know we were waiting to get intimate until we were both ready, so i thought i’d let you know i’m ready now. ❞

❝ can we take a break—i’m just. i like this, but i need to go a little slower. ❞

❝ why don’t you tell me what you like? ❞

❝ take my hand, show me where you want to be touched. ❞

❝ you just look…you always look good but right now it’s. wow. ❞

❝ do you like this outfit? i wanted to wear something special. just for you. ❞

❝ all i wanna do right now is take you inside. ❞

❝ i want you to stay here with me tonight. stay? ❞

❝ i wanna do more than just kiss you goodnight. ❞

❝ i don’t wanna stop touching you. i just wanna be near you and close to you in any way i can. ❞

❝ it’s getting harder to keep my hands off you lately. ❞

❝ no, don’t stop. i liked it. i like when you hold me like that. ❞

❝ stop looking at me like that i’m gonna blush in front of everyone! ❞

❝ why are you blushing? ❞

❝ you don’t have to be so shy about it. ❞

❝ honestly, i’ve been starting to feel the same way. i want more. i want to try more. ❞

❝ i just. i really like you in that. ❞

❝ so, i thought, it might be a good idea to talk about, you know. our boundaries and what we’re both comfortable with. ❞

❝ i don’t really wanna go out tonight i just…want to be with you. just us. ❞

DEMI / ACE SPEC

❝ i don’t usually feel these things. but i do with you. i’m starting to. ❞

❝ i know i said i might not want to do anything sexual, but. i think i do actually. you make me want to. ❞

❝ i wanna try some things with you. ❞

❝ i wanna do this. for you. making you feel good will make me happy. ❞

❝ i need a little more time, but i’m almost ready. ❞

❝ no, i’m okay. i want this too. trust me, i really want it. ❞

❝ i’ve done this before, i’m just a little bit slower to get to it is all. ❞

❝ you know, what we talked about before? i’m ready. i wanna talk about it again. ❞

❝ wow okay, yeah. this is doing it for me actually. ❞

❝ i was…hoping we could stay in tonight actually. i want you all to myself. ❞

❝ are you sure you’re ready? i don’t want to pressure you. ❞

❝ is this alright? do you want more or should we just keep it at this level for now? ❞

❝ i’m really turned on right now for once so you better hurry up. ❞

❝ you wanna…skip the movie and go back to my place? ❞

#Meme Games #{{Please Specify Muse}}#{{Open to all muses and to all followers}}#{{In other words don't be shy}}#Long Post

grackle-bone

Anonymously (or not) send sexual fantasies your muse has had about mine 💣🧡💦

#Sexual Sunday Edition #{{Please specify muse}}#{{yes please do}}

smutxmemes

Send "I'd totally fuck you" my for my muses reaction to yours saying it.

#Sexual Sunday Edition #{{Please Specify Muse}}

smutxmemes

Send "I'd totally fuck you" my for my muses reaction to yours saying it.

#Sexual Sunday Edition #{{Please specify muse}}

rpmememaker

It's Sexual Sunday so...

send my muse inappropriate questions

flirt with them anonymously or not

try to make them blush

kiss them at random

send me terrible pickup lines

get my muse hot and bothered

Pretty much this is your excuse to do what you want to my muse and see if you can get away with it. So go crazy!

#Sexual Sunday Edition #{{Please specify muse}}#{{But yes please come bother them}}

noahsresources

send 🚿 to join my muse in the shower! alternatively, send 🛁 to join my muse in the bathtub!

if you can’t see the symbols, send ‘shower’ to join my muse in the shower, or send ‘bath’ to join my muse in the bath!

#sexual sunday edition #{{please specify muse}}

memesomething

navigating murky waters.

for muses who have drawn lines, and are trying to figure out where those lines exactly are. (or just for people who see a line they think could start something fun!)

"Can I play with your hair?"

"Is this okay?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Can we stay like this?"

"Please. Just for tonight."

"Are we... breaking the rules?"

"No, no, no, no. Hey. To hell with the rules."

"Come home."

"Hey, [petname]."

"Is this enough?"

"Stay."

"Don't... don't do that."

"You think this doesn't hurt me, too?"

"You deserve more than this."

"You didn't sign up for this. For me."

"When... uh, when did you get a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other?"

"I didn't realise we still weren't..."

"I screwed up. I'm sorry."

"The-- I -- I shouldn't have kissed you."

"I hate this."

"You feel so far away. Just 'cause we decided you are."

"This is always a place you can come to."

"I am always going to want you here."

"Don't tell [name]."

"Hey... c'mere."

"You are someone I care about."

"In another life, do you think... we could have...?"

"You are safe with me."

#Meme Games #{{Please specify muse}}#{{Feel free to spam if you like certain muses}}#{{Will get to them all...eventually}}

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