#lucenumbra

[crossxskulled]

lucenumbra replied to your post: <p>call me a milf again and i'll hang you by your...

you’ll be calling me mommy by the time im through with you B/

☠ - ”!!! I EFFIN’ KNEW THEN, YOU ARE A M-- MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM--”

War flashbacks to her threats.

”Magnificent lady that can do no wrong!” SWEATS. God please let his toes live.

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call me a milf again and i'll hang you by your fucking toes

OH YO HOLY FK YOU MEAN TO TELL HIM THAT’S

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“Y- Y-- YES MA’AM!”

[valorxdrive]

Crashes feet first into your local starbucks and smashes donald and goofy against the wall killing them instantly. She poses with her foot resting on their weird animal corpse pile. Uhhh clean up on aisle two. 👌

why

[dolgelo]

@lucenumbra has replied to your post “SEXUAL PREFERENCES bold - applies always. italic - applies sometimes....”

🤔

finger guns  🤔 👀 👀

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blocked.

”C’mon now.”

“Every good party needs a leading invitation. Unless you’re really a fan of the impromptu break ins.” Could it be considered an explanation? A guess? None the less as he explains this piece of knowledge another proud bite of that pizza was taken.

There was nothing the piping hot cheese and flavor couldn’t solve. Gulping it down, he soon eases back into his seat, expectations clear within his gaze at this particular ‘customer’.

“Just so ya know, if that is the case? That’s costing extra.”

[hiulcus]

♒ *touches face* is this seat taken? ;^1

Sexual Sunday! Send my muse ♒ and a nsfw/sexual question and they have to answer it - whether they want to or not. || Not Accepting.

   “ ...! ” He immidiately takes a step away from the woman, so abruptly invading his personal space with her presence and touch, feeling his skin crawl in reaction to it. Vergil would never be comfortable with physical touch, it seems, even more so by stragers; on a second glance, however, and with that distance put between them, he could now easily tell: this was an Umbra Witch, much like his own mother. It would explain this elegant yet, in reality, vulgar approach to his person...

   “ If your question is wether I am with someone, then the answer is no.     And I would appreciate it, if you kept your hands to yourself, Witch. ”

  There was no malice behind this...’titling’, but a simple acknowledgement of what she was---still a mortal woman, yet with some special features that made this devil at least tolerate her and refrain from cutting that hand right off.

[truthchaser]

@lucenumbra

For a boy his age, he speaks a wisdom beyond his unfettered years. He is refreshing, if anything. With every word, she finds herself cradling her chin, studying even the most minute idiosyncrasy– anything to see what made the man tick.

“ … Then you wish to change it? ” she challenges, looking for the blaze in his eyes that told her it could be true. A bold step to his side told all: that she would have part in this little grassroots upheaval he suddenly deemed necessary. It’s the playful bump of her hip against his own, and arched brow over a frame that gives her own answer.

“ Let us start a revolution then, shall we? ”

After all, following one to kingdom come may prove to be fun.

  He is not a man of fire. His is a well of resolution, the enduring mountain. It’s a trait that serves him well, generally -- too quick to action, superseding contemplation, only leads to the wrong decision. A man in a TV, a coma unending... though these things, by letter of the law, have never occurred, their sins hang low. It is at the end of a long road that this resolution finds form. Nameless, and powered by will that has seen a hundred catastrophes thwarted.

  “What makes you and I better than anyone else? Opportunity and luck. Blood and circumstance. That we can even march for the core is thanks to nothing more than the pulling of divine strings. We were in the right place at the right time, and we survived.” The cards play out before him -- bent, weathered. They mirror a great fatigue of the soul. Man cannot shoulder the world’s battles evermore.

   And after a moment, he bumps his hip back. It hardly spoils the moment.

  “I’ve had enough of gods.”

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the clap of my ass cheeks is morse code for ur punk ass bitch

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When in the unholy hell did insulting someone ever look so divine? Her voice alone carries sense of control and dominance while her posture and movements reigned in elegance and finesse. This alone was only for the times she was just swaying by on the regular! Ryuji swears there’s something otherworldly about this woman that he can’t quite put his finger on. She makes even the toughest thugs wind up laying on dirtied sidewalks so she doesn’t dirty her shows, out of fear.

So what is this moment that could be considered the most insulting grace? The blonde felt as if his body was being cast into the depths of heaven itself as his eyes fixated on the sight before him. Curves so dangerous they could cut despite their plumpness were currently relaying a message to him. It’s needless to say this delinquent hardly stood a chance as she begins add some spice to this occasion. Was it intentional? An accident? Maybe some unknown exercise to acquire an ass as legendary as her’s? None of that couldn’t truly matter as an Umbran Witch’s charms snagged another poor soul.

All from the clap of her ass.

A surreal sensation charges through the thief as the movements utterly captivated him. Despite the very real meaning she gave the words, Ryuji truly could not bring himself to give a damn. Ass communication was no practice he knows of but hot damn was it causes the heat to storm through his body like a thunderstorm. His palms gripped at his jacket, hanging onto it for the dear life of his sanity as Bayonetta literally insulted him. Looks like tonight she could say whatever the hell that she wanted. That clear rush of excitement was hazing up his mind too much for him to make any sense.

Ur a punk ass bitch Ryuji.

Each bit of that jiggle, every bit of that shake! To have Bayonetta herself to personally take to this insulting match with a view an utter ass lover like him would fine divine nearly makes his body twist and turn in delight. “Goooooooddamnit man!” He winds up groaning out, prepared to face whatever end that plans to come to him. If she was going to make that plump perfect of a butt clap before his eyes then so damn beat it! In a whirlwind of hormones, pure need and endless vitality, this Phantom Thief aims to embrace whatever may come his way with the follow up.