#murdrous

[pamsley]

❝ -----  how  did  you  even  get  IN HERE  ?  ❞

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[rcsario]

@murdrous​   ♡ ‘d

     ‘  do you believe in true love ? ‘  she’d been sitting upside down,  skirt weighed down to her mid-thigh  and blouse exposing a pale stomach,   milky white.  it was in these moments that she’s deep in thought,  contemplating anything and everything.

[rcsario]

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[nonprophet-blog1]

❛  OH, HELL. You’re so cute. You must get that a lot, huh ??  ❜   He reminds her of her own son, if she had ever actually had one. She’s charmed, nonetheless  —-  knowing black eyes are obscured by tinted lenses. Naturally, she had coaxed him out  —-  sought him out, and the proof of it was in the pink wax candle Madonna had lit minutes prior. 

It’s a glorious house. The Prophetess lulls her head to the side, drawing off thick glasses.   ❛  Do you come with the property?  ❜   // @murdrous

[nonprophet-blog1]

❦ why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

She knows she’s DEFINITELY MORE perverted than him. While her visage often rendered Tate burrowed in a notebook for a number of hours, writing or drawing whatever the hell a face like hers inspired. Alternatively, Madonna openly expressed her own appreciation for Tate in a crass, affectionate way. Pinches, spanks  —-  little things to get his cheeks red, his eyes wide. 

He’s so fucking cute. And her vision draws over the slender curve of his back, a question mark against the moonlight that has bathed over his bedroom. She can spot flushed scratches, probably made by her  —-  sighs, keening forward in her spot on the bed. He’s tossing his shirt down, now, palm rubbing over his  (  possibly tense? ) neck. 

He’s got a pretty back. Little dimples at the small of it, too, and she smiles when she notices them. Loves him so much.    ❛  Why don’t you back that cute bottom up into my lap, dollface.  ❜  She calls out, sinking her teeth into her lower lip with a manic grin. 

❛  I’ll rub your neck, even. C’mere, baby.  ❜   // @murdrous

[nonprophet-blog1]

❛  You kicked me out ‘cause your mom got home.  ❜   Wasn’t entirely his fault  —-  perhaps her own, for putting him in a compromising situation. But still. She feels hurt, it aches.    ❛  I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t have anything to say.  ❜   // @murdrous

[orworse-blog1]

                                    she plays nervously with the fabric of her sweater. a sigh escapes her lips as she tries to calm herself. there’s NOTHING to be nervous about, it’s just talking and clarifying some things. perhaps the friend had lied to her, perhaps it wasn’t true what she had heard. with a last sigh, she finally leaves the book open in her lap and opens her mouth.         ❛    SO -------- I’VE HEARD SOMETHING.    ❜       she bits her lower lip, she isn’t used to talk about feelings --------- or at least this kind of feelings.        ❛    A FRIEND TOLD ME that you -----------    ❜       she frowns, how can she HESITATE so much, it’s just words.        ❛    HAVE FEELINGS FOR ME.    ❜          there it is. she spoke with determination though her words were merely a whisper.

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5. One of our muses’ mutual friends has told my muse that your muse has feelings for them, and my muse is going to confront them. @murdrous