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Monsieur Claude Sabine (a draw for Monsieur Riley's Birthday) another great one for my Artbook. #TomRiley #ClaudeSabine #TheCollection #Cat #Fashion #Designer #France #Anime #Draw #Ink #Artbook #Ink #Gift #BirthdayDraws #SorryForMyDelay #InkDrops #Art

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₪ : touring an historical (possibly haunted) building, and they get locked in overnight (Haluna)

“I don’t like this.” Another corner rounded, Hallie’s hand never left the wall as she was scared once she lost contact then everything would go to hell. Again, “I really, really don’t like this. How did I ever allow you to talk me into going here?”

Hallie’s pace, which was cautiously slow to begin with, stopped completely when the hallway light flickered. “Okay. Did you pay someone to do this?” The girl was such a scaredy cat and it wasn’t until a quarter of the way through the tour their “guide” decided to take a break; not to be heard from for close to an hour. Maybe he was behind the haunted shenanigans. Those sort of places didn’t actually exist.

Right?

When Luna didn’t respond to her question, Hallie turned nervously, and noticed she was alone in the hallway. 

“Luna?”

There was a noise in the distance, perhaps a door closed. “Oh sh-” came a whimper. “There’s no way I’m asking who’s there. That’s how you die in these scenarios.”

With one backward step. Then another. Hallie’s eyes focused at a random spot down the dark hallway, another noise came and the woman wasn’t having it anymore. With a start she spun on her heels and ran in the direction they came from; in hopes she’d find the front door to the historic mansion Luna told her about the week before.

Too bad Hallie was to learn the hard way that the door was sealed tight and there was no way out. 

Not until morning.

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Kurt to my Gleehab character of your choice :D (mixtape)

To Niamh:

Christina Aguilara - Beautiful

Zedd & Kesha - True Colors

Emma Blackery - The Promise

Alessia Cara - Scars to Your Beautiful

Tom Rosenthal - Run for Those Hills, Babe

send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse 

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claudesabine replied to your post:There are days I want to take actual graphic...

You should be proud of yourself!

:) Thanks! @captain-dorktron-rps brought up the idea of doing this professionally but I don’t feel like I’m there yet. Not by a long shot.

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☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

Umm, well it wouldn’t be instant unfollow. I give them a few strikes based on various things:

How passive agressive their tags are.

Are they tagging things right and if I ask will they correctly go back and tag it or continue to flood dash with whatever i’m having an issue with?

They are liveblogging a show and not tagging it. Sometimes I am fine with it, other times their commentary is a bit eh.

How much rp drama they are involved in. While I like knowing what’s up every now and then, some people are magnets to drama and I would rather go on their blog every few days/weeks that see that mess on my dash.

They’ve changed their url so many times and don’t have an “about me” section so I know who they are. They also changed their fandom, so they could have been a Glee roleplayer but now all they reblog is a show i’m not interested in etc.

They have been inactive for more than 2 months. Every now and then I go through who I am following and unfollow the people who have gone awol. I do check their blog to see if they have a reason beforehand or if they have swapped blogs etc. I’m pretty sure I follow a lot of archived blogs so yeah.

Just a few things.

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👀 my muse falls asleep curled up next to yours (BenCa)

“I don’t think this woman knew what she wanted. When she mentioned I overcharged her on the buffet piece, the one which cost me a pretty penny to move and refinish, I thought I was about to flip my lid. I told her-” What took place today sat heavily on Becca’s mind and she was in fine form with how worked up she was. In fact she was so worked up it took her close to five solid minutes to realize Benjamin ceased to reply to her fuming. 

He laid next to her, they in their sleep clothes and the woman quite used to his sleep overs at this point where she didn’t bother with make up to bed anymore. As much as she wanted to wake him to finish her train of thought, Becca recognized she must’ve spoken in circles the better portion of the evening. 

Who could blame him for drifting off? She sure couldn’t.

The older woman reached over to turn off the lamp, the room cast in a comfortable darkness, and she rolled to her side to wrap an arm across his midsection. As surreal as this felt in the beginning, Becca felt a warm sense of comfort to know he was here with her. 

Though...she might continue the story in the morning over coffee. If it was still on her mind of course.

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“What if someone sees us?!” (NiaKia)

This wasn’t something Saskia anticipated. One second they were on a walk around the center, hand-in-hand while they talked about their day. Then the next...well, the next they were off to the side, behind a large plant.

In the midst of a heated make out session that left the woman slightly dizzy. This was entirely new to Saskia, to be with someone whom made her toss aside her typically restrained nature; the one which kept her quite guarded when it came to a lot of things in life. And when Niamh, someone who was such an incredible friend to her at Second Hope, accepted her kisses and touches, Saskia lost her head a little. 

Or a lot. As it’d been a couple weeks into their new relationship and the woman couldn’t get enough of her girlfriend’s lips and body. 

“I’d say they can watch but that idea creeps me out.” Saskia’s kiss-swollen lips pulled from NIamh’s. “Lets go to my room. It’s down the hall.”

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✋ my muse plays with your muse's hair (GLorelei)

Lorelei sat on the floor, her back pressed against the sofa and Gabriel laid out on it with his laptop on his chest. Her thoughts elsewhere, mainly on the clay her hands tried to mold into the image she had in mind. It was to be added to a larger piece she started work on weeks prior; one she hoped to submit to a local art contest which was to take place next month. 

Lorelei’s fingers shaped the clay, the ridges not as smooth as she’d like but it was something she could sand once it was dry. As she worked the groove, in hopes it’d form the ear she envisioned, Lorelei felt fingers through her hair. It was subtle at first as she was completely immersed in her project. But as time ticked by it grew apparent Gabriel’s hand idly played with her hair while he tapped away on his keyboard with his other hand. 

Lorelei pretended to not notice, her attention divided between her clay ear and his fingers. And as much as she didn’t want to give into the notion that the sappy, couply shit made her happy…It made her smile. 

The very smile she sketched into her pad a week ago.

Fuck…she thought to herself. Why did she feel the urge to fight these feelings when they felt so incredibly right with him? Why did it scare the shit out of her to know somebody such as him wanted this with her? Why did she always feel that a point would come he’d grow tired of her crap and leave? Why did she insist on creating a sea of negatives instead of allowing the life raft of positives to save her from these thoughts?

Lorelei closed her eyes and leaned completely against the sofa. “I like it when you do that.” she decided to say instead of a comment about how she wished he’d wash his hands before touching her or that he could busy his hands doing something other than playing with her hair.

In fact the girl loved this small gesture. It was one of love, to her, and she knew deep in her heart this was something she felt she deserved: to feel loved.

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