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wingslapping thee
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" do ya know why yer here? " the ex-colonel enough stressors to kill a man in a minute, yet here he was, filling in, instead of retiring--when the hell had he ever actually retired?
fury sat in a shitty steel chair--who would have thought that the budget didn't go into the interrogator, just the interrogatee, it was probably better that way. he didn't entirely mind; one arm settled and crossed on his lap, acting to prop him up as he leaned towards the kid. his other hand was pressed against one side of his forehead, he wasn't sure if he blamed the kid yet.
" ain't gonna sugar coat it, ya hurt a lot o' people. but ya got hurt yerself, too. we're gonna talk about it. "
@rotbleed // liked for a starter !
Breath!
dragon-themed writer ask game
Breath: share a snippet that makes you laugh.
gonna be real, my immediate reaction to this was "nothing to laugh about in this Goddamn Chapter" but. okay. fine. there was one bit that made me laugh.
Her fingers creep up the side of her neck. Adaine winces as she brushes along the bite mark there — still sore and aching. When she pulls her hand away, her skin is flecked with blood. “You could have at least bitten lower,” she complains, narrowing her eyes at Oisin when he only chuffs, happy and satisfied. “Why would I do that?” “So nobody can see? So I can hide it better?” Rolling her eyes, Adaine mutters, “Kristen’s going to have a fucking aneurysm when she sees this.” “But that’s the point,” Oisin complains lightly, curling his arms around her and pulling her in for another hug. “I want them to see this.” She feels the corner of her lip twitches, her resolve struggling. “You— God, you possessive bastard—” Something warm and wet slicks down the side of her neck, against her bite mark, and she shrieks. “Did you just lick me?” Oisin’s voice is smug. “And if I did?”
small one-liner call. but i may make it lengthy and it may be based around camp :)
bites you bites youbites you bites yuo do you want a sip of my iced tea its raspberry flayvor bitesyou
gets bitten gets bittengets bitten gets bttien yes please that sounds lovely. getsbitten
uhmmmm black white red🫣
hi hello we’re friends now. i’ve decreed it so
Clown nip.