Feb 26, 2022
@highrollingheir
“Grimsley, you must have Cute Charm because I’m so infatuated with you!”
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@highrollingheir
“Grimsley, you must have Cute Charm because I’m so infatuated with you!”
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highrollingheir: (( That chapter made me softly ship them ngl. It was so sweet how Will and Karen just approached with kind intent ♡ ))
((That chapter made me ship them harder, and I love how they just worked so well together ;A;
Will and Karen know good trainers when they see them, and neither want to see any quit.))
{ ooc. Serena getting The Squad back together to terrorise Grimsley’s ( @highrollingheir ) casinos like
He best be prepared for his business to be taken down by a bunch of ballet dancers with nothing to lose }
Colress / @akuromatico / Silba and Grimsley / @highrollingheir / Nitro’s Pavilion is here!
Silba and Nitro have dropped from the Contest due to IRL. However, I will still honor their hard work with a judging and the inclusion of their muses in Wallace Cup canon as well. Thank you so much for your participation and I hope to see you back again next year!
" M'el " <3 ( I SAID I'D DO IT )
❝Ah, mister Grimsley... that’s so cute of you, honestly.❞
She’s just going to... blow a kiss to him. Flirty.
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social media // accepting
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Give my muse a hickey
Lysandre knows this feeling well -- it's an unmistakable one: skin being sucked between strong lips, teeth grazing, biting, pulling. Meant to break blood vessels, turn his skin pink and red and purple and yellow and green. Meant to leave a mark of possession.
It makes him angry.
The larger man snarls; his large hand latches on to the back of Grimsley's head like talons, yanking him away from his neck. "How dare you mar my skin like this?" Whether this is play viciousness or genuine animosity is unclear. These lines do often blur, with him. Lysandre's grip tightens into the sleek dark hair and his voice hisses, low, sharp, "Disgusting."
Grimsley's jaw is tugged open, and Lysandre runs his thumb across each pointed teeth. "Beautiful teeth. Such a shame you would use them so sinfully."
And those same hands that have been grabbing at Grimsley shove him down and away. "Never attempt to mark me again. I will not tolerate the attempted scarring of perfection."