#mindpalaceheir

[consultingjunkie]

// random thought i really miss mindpalaceheir i wonder what happened to them

[consultingjunkie]

"Don't scream, I ask of you."

"-- What have you done?"

[consultingjunkie]

mindpalaceheir replied to your post:// Ughhhghhghgh I’m slowly losing my muse...

sacrifice your family to the muse gods

// !!!! GOOD IDEA YES

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mindpalaceheir replied to your post:// goodmorninggoodmorning i am feeling slightly...

//curls self around you good morning mayhem is the restraining order for me written yet? cause if not i shall climb in your bed and bother you all day

// no come hither bed is warm

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mindpalaceheir replied to your link:I march with the doomed

*lays on* omf mayhem swear to you. i said put the link not put a death threat but thankoe friendoe.

// but death threats are a good method of persuasion and are also kiiiind of automatic now

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mindpalaceheir replied to your post:mindpalaceheir replied to your post:۞ im so sorry...

//YOU’RE HERE OH I MISSED YOU I WAS SO BORED I EVEN HAD TO FLAPPY BIRD. /THE HORROR/.

// hOLY HELL IT WAS that BAD

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mindpalaceheir replied to your post:۞ im so sorry mayhem

*a muse and a mun can be heard sighing in the night with equal distraught*

// does this call for some dramatic music

[moran-est-tigris]

[interruption]

SEND ME “INTERRUPTION”

I’ll randomly generate a number from 1-31 to see how your muse interrupts mine! Mixture of safe & nsfw.

30. Your muse walks in on mine mid-orgasm.

Head thrown back he broke off in a hiss, and when he spoke again the rest of the sentence was muttered illicitly through clenched teeth, in German no less, clearly spoken to whoever was the object of the fantasy in his head, towel fallen long ago leaving him naked, hair damp and plastered to his forehead, water droplets still running after themselves and slowing their descent once they reached the line of tawny hair that led down his stomach. With his back arched and his hips rocking up into his hand roughly, he came, marking his chest and thighs.

Lips parted, eyes still heavy-lidded when he opened them, he took in the sight of the intruder in the doorway, “Jesus Christ!! Get the fuck out!” Sebastian snatched his towel, threw it over his lap half-heartedly. What the hell was the point now? He’d seen it all. “You better have just walked in here or I’ll have to fix those pretty eyes of yours so you never see again, huh? Or maybe I’ll break your damned jaw…” 

Clearly Moran was aware he had little to be ashamed of in any department, and was still making credible and breathless threats. “Go on, fucking move.” 

Nevertheless, Sebastian had embarrassed himself, and now he was riled.