#muledskin

[liberons]

your hands look good, for choking :^)

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                                         ❛     …   they’re  better  with  knives  .    ❜

[chieftaiins]

i see your flea ridden ass is here :knife:

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❛     now ,   that’s  not   fair  .     you know as well as i do magath regularly has me  tested  .      ❜

[azumabito]

I heard you have quite a hand on you, how about we play tag :^)

                ❛    I am afraid I do not  do  physical exertion,  as that is quite the waste for my  formidable  body.  I can follow you around on any given chariot Marley is willing to offer, however.  Preferably one in gold.   ❜

[archras]

fingertips / death’s touch / rotten incarnation makes her way closer, a serpent in pallor / milk flesh, beautify imagery adorn through sleepless nights / deprivation never looked so charming -- her posture is improper / relaxed, & she, she is posed over t’other, hands runs through the sepia tresses / fingers twirling a strand: lips are perched out, & softly a kiss befalls Sasha's cheek, hm, Pieck lack any boundaries, no, not lacked, ignored them. ' you have such a cute face, you know. '

|| @muledskin ||

       Waifish presence sets a steady beat in disarray and pounding against bone. She doesn’t crawl into her lap, she’s under her skin. Her simple peck reduces foundations to dust, leaving an epiphany in its wake— a spark, a glimmer in amber eyes. Suddenly, there’s a myriad of choices set before her. Lips that whisper dangerously close to her face begin to linger in the corners of her mind. Oh, how capable she was. How capable they were. She attempts to swallow down her nerves, wishing the burning against her cheeks and the perspiration on her palms would follow suit.

       “I, uh… don’t.” Wide eyes avoid pale lips, admiring how ebony streams catch the light and trickle about delicate shoulders. “Tell me more about that…” Self-indulgence eases rigidity, her mumble accompanied with the sound of sweaty palms dusting against her jeans.

[relne-blog]

lies across her desk like a french girl: she's being annoying? always.

@muledskin

Historia looks up from her papers at French Girl-chan.

Is she annoyed? Slightly.

Is she amused? Yes.

“...You’re like an unfed puppy, you know that?”

[aegiswinged]

muledskin replied to your post: do I call you dad or daddy

can i call you daddy..or dad ?

no.

[aegiswinged]

@brazcns said: rip tbh @muledskin said: perish

i’m so glad my friends support me

[bloominghands]

👃 :^)

   Poke my Muses’ Nose - [ Not Accepting ] 

    She nearly goes crosseyed looking down her nose at the fingertip that presses to the end of said nose, blinking before glancing up to the person responsible with a questioning look more than anything else - usually, it was her doing the booping. 

                                         ‘ Did you. . .need something? ‘ 

   ( // @muledskin )