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[maxine-engineer]

meow

8. They sit on your muse’s lap and dig their claws into their legs.

Meow-xine had made herself comfortable on the ronin’s lap, her claws starting to dig into his legs. She didn’t mind, but there was a certainty that Yasuo would feel some discomfort from the claws. 

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[house-of-warriors]

✶

Send me "✶" and my muse will ask a question that they always had about your muse, but was too embarrassed to say

“so... wha women on the league had you fantasy before? and don´t give me that preache demasian like awnser of “I would never! that is aweful” is Karma rigth, five golds at is Karma”

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[maxine-engineer]

❥

Teacher and Student and first time sex

Maxine had driven up the school and sighed quietly. It was her first day as a teacher with her own engineering class. She was a bit nervous but climbed out of the car, walking towards the school while watching the other students go to their classes. 

Once she had gotten all of her papers, her own set of classroom keys and a send off to go teach by the principle, Maxine made her way to room 54 and opened the door to already see students inside, smiling at her as she walked in. “Hello there class, my name is Ms. Maxine, but you all may call me Max.”

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[deathintwain-blog]

Smell of Death on the Wind

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“It smells of death, lamb... Such a wonderful scent!”

“He has shown honor and courage in battle... Against even his own kin.”

“Was it delicious?”

“It was tragic.”

At the comment, the wolf licked its lips, growling out an amused chuckle... “Even more so...”

[exfury]

you were one of the first riven blogs i rped with and honestly, even though you dont post often, its quality over quantity for me.

//Still searching the quality you are speaking about lol

[unseen-blades]

91:Top 3 meals you love

1.Pizza2.Sushi3.Steak

[unseen-blades]

Caitlyn X VI

Send me a ship and I will write you a 6-10 word story.

“They both knew when “Cupcake” became more than a nickname.”

[house-of-warriors]

A thick mist begins to cloud the ground around Tryndamere. The Siren continued it's search for strong followers. Tryndamere was another that the spirits had pulled from the ronins memories. Not that they had ever met face to face, but that the tales of his strength were impressive even by the Ionians standards. The Siren hummed it's tune, hoping to lead the warrior away from the safety of his room, lead him into a proper trap.

Tryndamere was resting on his tent, a day fill of figths and struggle had made him fall into a deep slumber, still a soft tune reach his ears, sliding in the back of his head and bring him back, he open his eyes slowly and stand from his bed following the sweet enchant to its origin

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