Mal is Angery now
Vivi will be there to calm him, it’s only 2 days Mal. You can take it.
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Mal is Angery now
Vivi will be there to calm him, it’s only 2 days Mal. You can take it.
>8( call out post on Darck: killed my dogs
“Call out to Malevolent: TRAIN THEM BETTER AND KEEP THEM FROM HURTING INNOCENT PEOPLE, WE WOULDN’T HAVE A PROBLEM!”
♡ :^)
Kiss meme. - not accepting.
The party had been going on for a little over two hours now, but a great deal of a great many guest’s clothes had been shed, and most of the alcohol was now gone. Reaver found himself with a half naked young man on his left, and a barely clothed young woman on his right; each with their bodies pressed against him, lips pressing against whichever bit of skin they could find, and movements so instinctive that it was fairly clear to see that they were practically filled to the brim with desire– He would humor them every once and a while, his lips ghosting across their jawlines. It was in an instance where he was pulling away from his female guest that he finally noticed Mal; standing not too far away, likely trying to mind his own business. Oh, that simply would not do!
The Baron would proceed to call the other over, feeling his two companions gasp and shift ever so slightly as his voice was raised. It was obvious that everyone was a little intoxicated, and Mal didn’t seem to be an exception to this. Such was made clear upon watching him stumble ever so slightly as he moved. Upon becoming close enough to touch, Reaver freed himself from the grasps of his lovers, causing them to pout, but still paw at the his shoulders and back. Their fun was only just beginning, so they were extremely unwilling to leave his side– After all, it wasn’t every day that one could experience such sensuality with Bowerstone’s most powerful man.
Carefully, perfectly manicured hands would find themselves on Mal’s face– And as soon as he was certain that the other was not going to pull away, Reaver’s lips found themselves locked with yet another pair; allowing the kiss between him and the entity to deepen after a few passing moments.
How FUN this was going to be!
gxspenst replied to your post:deathrife replied to your post:sitcomwatch:...
I swear to fuckign go d lEE
B)))
gxspenst replied to your post:
’ Valor is superior. ‘
“Whaaaaat? No it’s not! You’re all just hatin’ on instinct now. Come on, it shouldn’t be all about power and intellect. You gotta follow your feelings, too.” He crossed his arms and grumbled.
gxspenst replied to your photo:What
i have one that high :0
how? Lucky eggs?
gxspenst replied to your post:That comic about polarized thinking is technically...
The OP of it abused his friends too and used that comic to deter them from saying anything and I was rly close to the drama so lmao. It has a whole new layer of EUGH to me
ew god yea, I didnt know about any of that I just saw it on my dash but it seemed to have a layer of manipulation over it, it was written really unfriendly and aggresively.
“ May I have this dance ? ”
Masquerade ball starters
Everywhere one looked, an ornate mask could be seen being adorned by a posh face. Elegant clothing clung to dancing figures which all seemed to sway with the melody created by the small orchestra. Refined beauty was absolutely everywhere– But nowhere was it more apparent than in the host of the masquerade. He was the center of attention, the one individual which all eyes seemed to be practically drawn to. But of course, Reaver would not have it any other way.
“Oh, I suppose~”
Scanning over the other’s form from behind his mask, Reaver would then pass his drink off to a nearby butler before taking hold of the ghoul’s hand; his gaze never once straying from their visage. One little dance couldn’t hurt–