#florencemidknight

[dastardlydalliances]

"E-Exorcism roleplay!? How kinky do you think we are?"

"Meh. I was dating Florence. That kinky princess made everything look fucking tame. What kinda shit do you do then?

[florence-midknight]

Holy shit

After having this blog for roughly six years. I finally did it. I’ve been hovering at the upper 1390 range for months!

Thank you so much to everyone following me, man. I know my activity has been. Really really really sparse as of late, but as soon as Inktober is finished, I promise to be on with more regularity!

Again thank you to all my followers!

-Cat

[shadowgodling]

Send me a ☼ for a randomly chosen starter where: 

12: Our muses have been shrunk down to one inch tall and the cure is up on top of the fridge.

@florence-midknight

Godling fell over the moment the blinding burst of tingling magic ended. Luckily there wasn’t very far to fall, down onto Florence’s living room floor. The carpet loops caught his hands, and thus his fall, and the God pushed himself up on his hands and knees to shake his head and look around.

“Bakura! Are you alright?” He called out to the friend that had been caught up in the whirlwind of magic, trying to make sense of what his shadows were now telling him. Of what he was on. The carpet? But it was so...

He looked up sharply, at the enormous padded wall that was the leg of his alternate’s couch. To the other side, the vastly over sized coffee table that stretched up high above his head. And over there- Bakura! Godling stood up and hurried over to him, as best he could on such wobbly, bumpy ground.

“Hey. I’m here.” He said, trying to help the man up. “I have some bad news.”

[thebakuraisland]

@florence-midknight from X:

Bakura jumped as the being appeared before him and he looked over it for a few silent moments before answering.

“W-what are you talking about? Who are you?”

His hand rubbed a hot trail down Bakura’s chest and his hips swayed ever so slightly as he stepped forward, the movement accentuated by his undulating tail. Inca pushed another wave of enchantment into his voice, the sort that made men hot around the ears and tight in the pants. 

“I’m a dream. A fantasy, come to make yours come true.” He licked his lips, a performance to draw the eye to his full lips. “Tell me, what do you want?”

[miniaturebakura]

@florence-midknight from here:

Bakura felt something crawling on him and he frowned as he lifted his skirts.

“Is that a fucking mouse on my shoe? Ew, off of me, rat,” he snapped as he tried to move his foot gently.

Bakura fell down off his safe place. “Ack! Curse you giant!” He called up at the dark covering that served as his sky and scrambled out when the skirt raised. “I lay a curse on you. Of anti-protection! As you have anti-protected me!”

[thiefakefia]

@florence-midknight

He unceremoniously dropped three more blankets on his head. "That's for being obnoxious." He grinned.

[maariku]

@florence-midknight

They’d been planning the trip for weeks, just waiting for the weather to clear up enough to drive out to the camping grounds and set up. The weekend was promised to be fair and sunny but a few looming clouds threatened otherwise. Mariku kept glancing up at them, peering through the windshield of his truck as they drove, as if they’d keep at bay as long as he kept his eye on them. 

“If it rains, man... I swear to god,” he said for the fifth time in the two hours they’d already been driving for. 

[dastardlydalliances]

@florence-midknight from X:

Bakura read the messages for a moment before smirking and replying instantly.

[Text:] Sure I’ll just do that

[Text:] You know I love it when you get demanding

He smirked to himself before tossing the phone on his bed as he moved to prep a bag for overnight and himself.

Dal had put a lot of work into tonight. There was a lot of research to be done, not just with the book Bakura had given him but with several internet searches, a lot of laughter and a quickly concocted plan. Dinner was secondary, Bakura wouldn’t mind having take out ordered in. If he was in any state to care at all after their game. Heheh.

Dal met him at the door when he arrived, dressed up nice, hair in a ponytail and tastefully spritzed with the nicest smelling cologne he’d been able to find within his budget. He grinned, a sharp toothy predator’s grin, when he swung the door open and gestured for Bakura to come in.

“You remember the safeword.” He tested simply, partially teasing since he’d chosen the most obvious one he could think of.