#cannibalcowboy

[etainthepriestess]

If we were datin' not much would change. Though I might flaunt you 'round the strip.

"Aww, how sweet. I am certain you would show me a lovely time, too, my dear." She kisses him on the cheek before leaning her head against him.

[ghoulfromthewestside-blog]

cannibalcowboy replied to your post “Si yo fuera tu novio hablaría palabras de amor para ti en nuestra lengua común. ((oof i think i butchered this sentence, but have this though you've never met him.))”

*a rough chuckle slips from him* Afortunado usted, yo estoy aquí para alcanzarte cuando usted se desmayan. ¿De dónde eres? No es frecuente que puedo mantener una conversación como esta.

Un orador español y un caballero. Ahora realmente tienes mi atención. Estoy en Westside. ¿Tienes un nombre, labioso?

[etainthepriestess]

*throat clearing*

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Hot | Sexy | LORD MERCY | Let’s go kill someone together <3

"You silly man, I know that you know just how attractive you are.”

[etainthepriestess]

Oops

She glanced up from where she was sitting with a dress across her knees that would no longer fit her, thanks to the changes of pregnancy. A frown twists her lips and furrows her brow as she asks with ill grace, “Do you have anything I might wear? My chiton needs cleaning and this…is faulty.”

[duchess-of-waste]

cannibalcowboy replied to your post: .

I probably should reply to you on Gene then.

:3c

[housewifestrife]

Magnificent [Ashur||Sara]

Days are supposed to be calm... That was what she was taught in training. If something was calm then she no longer had something to worry about till there was noise and-

There it was. A sound of a plate crashing as she did slowly bob her head away from her pillow nest along a pew peering into the small kitchen that was made in the metro. Holly was bent over cleaning up glass and that, well got a disgusting smell that Sara didn't want to deal with. What was the woman in there doing? Using the edge of the pew to get herself up sitting as she swung her legs over the side of the pew. Where was Mark? Was he awake yet or maybe in one of the cold showers, that had to have felt good against his bruises. 

Taking her hands up into her own hair as she removed herself from the pew before she heard another crash in the kitchen. Sucking her mouth off to the side with a frown as she sat back down on the pew with a few pillows again. Fine she would just stay here. Not like the woman could move anyway... There was no way for her to actually end up moving around the way she wished without aid and even then she was in the way most of the time with the added weight. 

[duchess-of-waste]

☼ ♥

☼ - appearance headcanon

Complexion-wise I always thought of Duchess as rather naturally tan, probably about a 23 or 24 on the Von Luschan scale, and very freckly. Her mother looked like this so yeah.

♥ - family headcanon

Duchess knew her maternal grandparents, but not her paternal ones.

[etainthepriestess]

cannibalcowboy:

A rough chucke slid from his lips and he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. “Well now, how how ya doin girlie?”

"I am well enough, I suppose. You startled me, dear. What on earth was that for, hmm?" She giggles a little at his kiss, retaliating with a nip at his ear.