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[mesuraion]

June has a sonic OC named Keiko

[mesuraion]

June has a certain fondness for fashion and the like. Though, with her line of work, the articles never last long. She has a closet full of things she deems cute that she never wears, not that she doesn't want to though.

[mesuraion]

June has a horrid temper. Once you get her going-- it's going to get physical fast. It's a bit of a terrifying experience-- as she snarls and bares her teeth like a feral animal, even using her nails as claws. A real beast woman. Though it's hard to get her to this point, it's possible. 

[madeofwildfire]

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♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffleTwincest ahead, I am so sorry I couldn’t help it

❝                               I want to be  r i c h          and I want lots of  m o n e y                  I don’t care about clever, I don’t care about  f u n n y I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds                  I heard people  d i e  while they’re trying to find them

And I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless                           ‘Cause everyone knows that’s how you get                                               f a m o u s              I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the  m i r r o r                                       I’m on the right track,                   yeah I’m on to a  w i n n e r

         I don’t know what’s                              r i g h t          and what’s           r e a l                                                                           anymore         And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel                                                                           anymore              When do you think it will all become clear?                             ‘Cause I’m being taken over by the Fear ❞

She was looking at him, her own reflection. His eyes shining so bright as he looked at the maidens seated along the table. Yet she knew when the night would come and the rooms would dim he would crawl right back to her sister.            Kiss her,                   touch her,                          love her,                                 make her feel like she fit the puzzle perfectly. It was astonishing how this had come to be, how it had gotten to this point. Somewhere along the way they had lost sight of what was right and what was wrong.

She didn’t truly care, she told herself every night when he left the room. She didn’t care, she repeated like a mantra. But it was tearing her apart.                                               Limb from limb.

She cared only of the power.                                                   She cared only of the caresses.She cared only of the riches.                                                   He was a distraction.He was what she needed.                                                   He was what she hated

When she needed something she got it,  r u t h l e s s  in her ways. She wasn’t afraid to use herself. She used any advantages she had, and if that included her body.. she would sell it. This could be for the death of her. This could be her  d o w n f a l l.

Yet when he came that night, took her face into the palms of his hands and showered her with affection, she didn’t need anything else. When did the line between right and wrong blur out of sight? When did it all become so                   t w                                             e                         i              s                t                         

                                                                                   d?