Sep 19, 2015
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Or “ლ(●ↀω ↀ●)ლ” for my muse’s reaction to seeing your muse naked
“Fuck, you’re hot.” Eridan murmured, half smirking.
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ლ(●ↀω ↀ●)ლ
Or “ლ(●ↀω ↀ●)ლ” for my muse’s reaction to seeing your muse naked
“Fuck, you’re hot.” Eridan murmured, half smirking.
Jay entered the coords, a bouquet of flowers in hand. Was he trying to show off? A bit. What could he say, the Ampora was pretty damn appealing, maybe it was the standoffish cockiness that accompanied him, or the sweet tone of his voice. "Where ya at sweetheart?"
Eridan was curled up in an armchair, not far from the transportalizer. He put down the book he had been reading when he saw the flowers.
“...Are those for me?”
You called sugar fins?
im bored to death
It’s hot in Texas still right? You think so but you figure it would at least be polite to throw on some clothes. After all it’s been quite a bit since you’ve last seen your chum Jake. And when a pal was in distress you had to come quick! Dressed in cargo shorts and a tank, you grab your hefty first aid kit and set those familiar coordinates into the transportalizer and zap on over.
“Jake! I’m here with the goods!”
Still lookin pretty damn good ampora.
i alwways am
wwere you thinkin i wwould change much
goliathstomb replied to your post:i want 2 make more bloodswap blogs…
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h eck..
Goliathstomb, wiredwrxng, vacivxty, Terxtism??
Send me a url and my muse will have to confess something about them.
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I want Jay to be happier than I think I can make him, and I don't know what to do to push away the bad thoughts he has. It's driving me insane.
I feel absolutely useless to Harlow, and I don't know why he likes me so much when he really shouldn't. I want him to be happy, why did he pick me?
I'm terrified of messing up around Dirk anymore since it feels like he's pushing me away. I feel like if I mess up one more time, he'll leave for good.
I want to stab him. In the throat. With a knife. Multiple times. But I won't. Because murder is bad.
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Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
Eridan picked up his phone, surprised and maybe staring for a minute or two when he saw what had been sent.
[txt] um
[txt] jay
[txt] did you mean to send that to me