amazoniankitten replied to your post: Try churning butter
Aint this a masturbation phrase tho
between actual butter, orgasms and vulgar pillows, I still think sewing has the best pay out. Orgasms are for the moment, plush Venom is forever.
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amazoniankitten replied to your post: Try churning butter
Aint this a masturbation phrase tho
between actual butter, orgasms and vulgar pillows, I still think sewing has the best pay out. Orgasms are for the moment, plush Venom is forever.
Amazon was waiting to ambush her cyborg friend with a gift. It was a small one, but it was a lovable one nonetheless. Dropping down from a tree, Amazon grinned, "Genos~ I have a present for you!"
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Genos knew she was there just in time so he didn’t drop the bag of groceries he’d been carrying, as she jumped in front of him.
Carefully he set the bag to the side and offered a bright smile.
“A present? What kind of present?”
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Send “Look” for my muse to describe your muse’s eyes in the most descriptive way they can
There’s always a mischievous look in your eyes. When your focus is on a particular object or person, it reminds me of a predator eyeing its prey. The way they slit when your angry make you look fearsome. Then they light up when your happy and you look like you wouldn’t hurt a fly. Your eyes have a certain brightness to it, which is probably because of your youth.
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#amaishurt
// I sorry ;_;
amazoniankitten replied to your post “//look, i know light skinned black people exist but i do not get the...”
This is more entertaining than the show.
//*weeps softly*
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He was surprised to say the least, people usually avoided him. Especially once they knew who he was and exactly who he worked for and trained under. So when she approached, he expected a job request. Not....something about a national kissing holiday. Which sounds made up to him, but who knew? People celebrated he oddest things.
It’s equally confusing as to why she’d chosen him of all people, even if she didn’t know who he was, a cloaked stranger sitting alone in the shade wouldn’t have put off a friendly or welcoming vibe to anyone.
Yet here she was.
Was it a trap? Maybe she was some sort of demon and a kiss would bind him to something. Was she hiding a weapon to kill him with when he got close enough, was her skin poisonous? Was there someone watching, ready to strike? The witchling sighs and closes the book he’d been reading. There were too many possibilities to sit here and think about all day. So, without removing his hood or half-mask, he looks up and blows her a kiss in lieu of moving or touching.
“Happy?” he questions
"Hey, you wouldn't have seen a gray kitten nearby, would you?" [It's ya girl]
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Having heard the other approach, Vincent isn’t too surprised when they speak to him, but the question does catch him off guard. He had expected something about his cloak, or his exposed arms, or even the heavy tome he had beside him. Looking up from his phone, so does her appearance, a lovely dark-skinned person with slit eyes cat ears and if he’s seeing right, a tail. They’re moving too, so unless they’re very advanced fakes, he’s looking at an honest to goodness cat-girl. Cat woman? Cat Man? …Cat….Person. A cat pretty cat person who looks frazzled, reminding him of mothers with rowdy children.
Not something you see every day.
Then again, neither was he so he has no room to judge, looking up at them, Vincent thinks back a few hours. he had seen a few cats, most were obvious strays, and he’d fed them all. He remembered the kitten distinctly, it had been puffed up, half muddy and mewling at the top of its lungs. it had calmed down when he had given it the last piece of chicken from his boxed salad but had ultimately run away when he had tried to pick it up and take it home with him. Chicken still in its tiny little mouth.
“ Actually, yes…i’ve seen a few strays today, around an hour ago near the strip mall just…..west of here I saw a dark grey little kitten with a bell collar on, it ran away from me but it looked scared and dirty.” he answers, frowning in thought ”It went toward the alleyways.”
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