Nov 20, 2015
Coffee!
My muse works at Starbucks. Send me “Coffee!” to see what terrible name/misspelling my muse will write on your cup.
the only kid who’s not a hipster in here
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Coffee!
My muse works at Starbucks. Send me “Coffee!” to see what terrible name/misspelling my muse will write on your cup.
the only kid who’s not a hipster in here
raphael-october
"Whoever you are, I just HEARD your footsteps." She said absently while playing with her necklace, and yes her strong italian accent in her words... Taking a new drink from the counter of Hotel Cortez, that Liz Taylor just served.
I want the K
10: Neck Kiss
Dennis creeps up behind his partner and snakes his arms around his waist, he plants a lingering kiss to Raph’s neck and murmurs into his ear, “Babe I think this job’s a bust, there’s no ghosts here... but there is a bedroom upstairs.” he teases.
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Send "✖" If you think that I'm playing my character properly.
That’s very sweet! Thank you <3
same goes to you!
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Send “🔄” and our muses will swap bodies for a thread.
The sound of an alarm blaring loudly next to Dustfinger’s head startled him from sleep. His hand shot out automatically and the noise stopped. “What on earth...?”
A quick look around through bleary, half-closed eyes was enough to tell him that this wasn’t where he’d gone to sleep. He was clearly in an apartment of some kind - an artist’s, by the look of it. There were papers and photos scattered everywhere, and a selection of cameras perched atop an old wooden desk.
He groaned and rubbed a tired hand across his face. Immediately, he knew something was wrong, more wrong than just waking up in a stranger’s bed. His scars were gone.
It only took a few seconds before he was out of bed and pacing around the room looking for a mirror. Was it just his imagination, or was he closer to the ground than normal? As luck would have it, he wandered straight into a bathroom, with a giant mirror hanging right over the sink.
Dustfinger’s heart dropped. As he leaned in close to inspect the unfamiliar face under a pile of messy dirty-blond hair, his reflection leaned in too. “This isn’t right...” His voice was rougher than normal. “I’m in the wrong body.”
( @raphael-october. )
“I’m fine,” she panted through barely parted lips. She had been BIT by something, but the wounds were already healing. Ginger quivered slightly, covered in thick, red blood and MUD that streaked down her cheeks. A trembling hand clasped over theirs. She squeezed it gently. “I’m fine.”
raphael-october is here to confess.
“How can I possibly help you, my child?”
Misty smiled softly as she walked over to the table. The light finally starting to stream through the curtains as she made her way to where her guest was seated. “Rough night?” she asked as she took the chair next to his. “I can make us some coffee if you’d like? Maybe you can tell me how you ended up out here?”
@raphael-october