#meaningfulnegativity

[legends-and-savages]

@meaningful-negativity sent: 😆 For your muse to come across my muse after they lost all their clothes due to a prank (For Flint)

Nudity Roleplay Scenarios| Accepting

He didn't often disagree with any of his little siblings, but the one who had decided to steal his clothes. Which was how he ended up hunting someone down. He paused and looked at the other person. "Hi you see a short brunette go any direction?"

[spirit-x-ing]

She hears her calling Shachath, beckoning, and as a superior and well-respected Reaper; Lorelai has no choice but to come. 

She finds herself back in the familiar wilderness standing beside the Reaper, examining the Ranger's Station at a distance. 

❝ Why am I here? ❞ Lorelai asks, crossing her arms and examing the scene in the warm afternoon sun. 

"He didn't want to come," Shachath answered. "Denied my embrace, perhaps too raptured by his Death State, however, I think he's finally over it. Though he's still confused, he thinks it was all a nightmare, he's haunting the place as if he still owns it. He believes he's living," she tells Lorelai as she looks down and nods. It happens more often than people like to think. 

❝ And you want me to fix it, ❞  Lorelai croaks as she starts to remember the last conversation she had with him. The type of guy Stan is. Shachath nods. 

"Help him..." Shachath says turning. "I have other souls to reap," she says and disappears, with little to no sound at all. 

She swallows as she feels Shachath's presence leave as she looks down at the task at hand. She's left to formulate her own plan and it's harder with those who think they're still alive. So she knows she has to ease herself tactfully. She wanders the woods a bit, it's different wandering around in the realm of the dead. It's more lively, dead creatures still wandering about, dead settlers, natives, a portal or two, a cryptid, and of course, the ones who corrupt and do all the killing. 

Night falls as Lorelai suddenly bangs on the door. She's cut, bruised, and dirtied. ❝ Help! ❞ she cries out looking behind her in fear. ❝ Help me... please let me in! ❞ she adds with a few more knocks. ❝ I got lost and there's these things out here... ❞ she cries hugging herself. He doesn't look like the type to not want to open the door to a damsel in distress but then again she's been wrong. ❝ Please...it's cold, ❞ she adds hugging herself and leaning against the door, defeated. 

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[siiinfilled]

for @meaningful-negativity‘s j. march from jess verse: dark based on this

“Missed a spot,” Jess told him, though she reached up and wiped the red drops that had splattered over his cheek. Going from waitress at the Hotel Cortez to being a ghost’s partner-in-crime sounded like a massive leap, but it happened to her. “I don’t think I can get the stains out of my dress, though. Think you can help me out of it?” While she thought Ms. Evers could get any stain out of anything, she also believed that the older woman hated her for being with James. So, she considered the dress was a loss and turned around so that he could help her unzip the back and maybe see that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

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For @meaningful-negativity from this ask

[starcourtbrawl]

@meaningful-negativity​ said:

“Hang on, I got you.” (Billy)

      It not something he’d expected to hear. Not because it came from Billy, but rather, because he thought he was alone. He thought he was going to somehow have to drag himself out of this, but Steve really didn’t think he had the energy in him. Sure enough, he tried, but he was tired. Hurting.

      Billy’s voice, as low as it was, rung out in her ears, and he couldn’t quite tell how close he was, but Steve finally manged to pry his eyes fully open. The air stung his eyes, and that free hand moved to rub them. Billy was a little hazy, just for  moment, until Steve's’ vision came back into focus. He wasn’t going to be proud, wouldn’t bat away a helping hand when it felt like the lifeline he so desperately needed. And the only one offered. 

      Steve coughs into the sleeve of her elbow, and reaches out with his clean hand. He was no doctor, but it felt like something had happened to his ribs, so getting up himself wouldn’t have been easy. The pain was mostly on his left, she he leans toward his right, tentatively positioning his feet, so that Billy wouldn’t have to shoulder all of his weight. “You got me?” It came out a little croaky, mumbled down into his own chest. 

something’s wrong. | always accepting.

[morethanweseem]

Charlie held her bag across her chest and bobbed her head to her music as she walked along the street.  Until...”Bingo.”  She turned and looked up at the sign above her, “Cortez” hanging above her in large letters.  She pulled one of the opulent golden doors open and walked in, pulling her headphones down from her ears to around her neck.  Spinning around as she took in the art deco style of the place, she whistled to herself. “Swank.”

“Checking in?”  The unamused voice drew her attention and she looked at the older woman sitting behind the counter.  Smiling, laughing a little, she gripped the strap of her messenger bag.

“Oh me? No.  I’m from LA Telecom.”  She reached into her pocket and pulled out her laminated card to show to her.  “I’m here for your internet.  You guys called...?”

“Oh.  Sally’s Wifi.”  She sounded thoroughly uncaring about it, barely glancing at the card.  Charlie swallowed but then cleared her throat.

“Uh, so, I should have the, uh, the manager, or the owner.  Show me around.  To see where they want the routers.  Best reach.”

@meaningful-negativity

[flawedlouise]

Louise stroked her fingers through Michael's hair, doting on him adoringly. It was one of their rare moments of quiet, tangled in plush sheets and each other's arms. It felt like heaven, but the thought coaxed an entertained little smile given his family connection.

"You always seem so level, Langdon - so mellow. I feel so safe with you." She pressed a kiss to his temple. "I bet you've never been afraid of anything."

@meaningful-negativity​ //Michael

[legends-and-savages]

@meaningful-negativity sent: Why the hell would you save that motherfucker's life (For Billy from Steve)

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋, 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.| Accepting

Billy looked over at Steve. "Something about being a better person?"