#{ meme reply }

[oraclejalon]

16 for the nonverbal asks

Sender pushes receiver against a wall to kiss them

Jalon lit up when she saw Elizabeth come striding into her room. The soft smile fell however when she noticed the woman moving with purpose.

"Is all well, Eli—" and then lips were covering hers, hands on her shoulder and hip backing Jalon up until there was only cold stone behind her. She didn't mind surprise kisses, or the cold wall behind her; Jalon was just glad the woman was on a mission rather than there be something wrong.

The kiss was not a gentle one. It was still mostly careful, but more demanding than anything. Jalon quickly melted into it and reached up to hesitantly fist her hands in Elizabeth's dress.

[zebracorn-chan]

"sped up" "slowed down", IT'S NIGHTCORE AND DAYCORE.

[bushelofmuses]

@skyfiresmuses asked: "I know it's already been arranged, but let me do this properly. Will you marry me?" from Arthur to perhaps Jalon or Chandler?

Arranged Marriage Starters

She stared at him a bit nervously.

She was never meant to be in this position. Her parents promised her to the church and yet here she was, days after being told there was a change of plans and that she would be marrying him instead of her twin sister. Did he even know it was her instead of Karlie?

"I..." She didn't have a choice. It was her duty to marry him and...represent the family. But God, did he even know? "Did...did they tell you it would be me instead of my sister marrying you now? I'm Jalon, not Karlie. They told you, yes?"

She didn't want him in the dark; if he didn't know he was getting her instead of Karlie, then he needed to be told.

"I'm not saying no, just...I'm making sure."

[bushelafterdark]

@skyfiresmuses asked: 「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress for Jalon and Arthur

Subtle NS/FW

The gown was white, with a floor-length, brocade cape. The cape had golden fur around the edges, although Jalon wasn't sure what animal it came from. She thought he would go for her clothes first, instead the crown and hair piece were the first things Arthur removed. His touch was gentle as he carefully lifted the hair piece from her braided bun. Jalon's heart was racing, and her hands were gripping the edge of her cape to keep them from shaking.

Their wedding night, where they were supposed to consummate it. She knew where things went, but not much more than that. Did he know what he was doing?

She reached up and undid the clasp on her cape, letting it fall to the floor. Jalon offered a timid smile, telling herself to be confident.

Be brave. You can do this. It's just sex. It's not like you're going to war. And he's not forcing himself on you; he's taking his time.

She trusted him to be gentle with her, to be...not accommodating, but considerate might be a better word for it. He had been so far, so she doubted he was going to do anything terrible.

There was a silent question in his eyes when he leaned in, and Jalon nodded to him, moving to meet him part way. His kiss was just as gentle and sweet as their first kiss in the church during their wedding. It wasn't chadte, but it wasn't deep yet either. Color still bloomed across her cheeks and low in her belly, a welcome sensation.

So painfully gentle with her...how was she this lucky?

[pri-rp]

Aversa

✯ what’s their favorite official art of themselves?

"Are you implying there's art of me that doesn't captivate you fully? well, then I suppose my answer may surprise you..."

"This is a me of a different life. look at the light in her eyes, the way she's not living a lie... I'm jealous, of this me."

[his-last-resort]

(( Ohhhhh could we do either 🩹, 🕰️, or 🍷 sender to receiver? Could be fun to do some slice-of life around the facility!))

- @undergroundnightingale

{🩹 sender bandages receiver’s wound with careful hands}

“. . .ow.” The stoic doctor grumbles while Nurse Mitzi works on the bandage. Artie had gotten a scalpel through the shoulder after letting one of their reagent patients loose from their binds on good behavior. Good behavior that only lasted about ten seconds before the reagent grabbed a weapon and stabbed them. They were able to press the panic button under their desk before anymore damage could be done. The guards took the reagent away, leaving Artie to be tended by the nurse.

“. . . Not a word to Easterman.” They say while she works.

[vagooba]

maybe either [alone] or [wounded] for Aelith?? (Two fallen exorcists!)

[Wounded] Vaggie is severely injured and has just collapsed.

The last she heard was a scream. That child... The one she had fought with Lute over, sword to spear. It had been worth feeling her wings rip away for and it had been worth losing sight in one of her eyes for.

Or it would have been. If not for that scream. Because she knew then...

As everything went dark, that Lute had found that child and the fight had been for naught.

Darkness enveloped everything.

Her airway, closing. And all she had been told about Sinners and Sin... Sin, the disease that Exorcists were told to chase down and end by ending them, might have been a lie. That all closed into darkness.

And she was choking on it like her own blood. As feeble as the throat that should have been mighty enough to fight against something as feeble as a battle wound.

And so she prayed. Even as she no longer felt her body. And no longer felt herself.

[prin-rose]

Meme: 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 : 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄-𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

“Some people fight for justice. I just fight because I don’t know how to stop..." The old woman pauses and raises her brows with a smile, "...Or more so I've been trained to provide the positive feedback loop." 💌@grandma-susan

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 : 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄-𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

“Oh Susan, you beautiful old bitty, you. I can believe it.” Prin listened intently, nodding along to the woman’s words. For her, Susan was such a gas she didn’t even mind possibly being the next target of scrutiny. It was a pardon for the price of entertainment. “You truly are a gem amongst sinners. Please never lose that je ne sais quoi.”

@grandma-susan