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nope. aoko’s trapped now and forever
“always so casual, aren’t you?”
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ridehercrop replied to your post: ridehercrop replied to your post: they crave...
nope. aoko’s trapped now and forever
“always so casual, aren’t you?”
Business or Pleasure?
Subject 009 ~ Rider
(Continued from here)
Rider’s complaints were silently noted in the back of the Doll’s mind, she was aware that some individuals wanted more than just the act of ‘Mana Transfusion’, they wanted mood and setting, as well as chemistry. She couldn’t give Medb a smile, such things were lost on Angelica a long time ago, however a dance was something within the Doll’s capabilities. And with a slight shift in her expression Medb could’ve interpreted for a private sigh, Angelica silently agreed to remove the remainder of her clothing more, slowly…
With more graceful movements Angelica began stripping down more, stripper-like. With the aid of the nearby stereo for mood music she was surprisingly good for someone who’d only ever observed such an art form having never attempted it herself, yet here & now she was merely following orders, the Doll herself didn’t understand the objective or reasoning behind performing in such a way, and for another woman no less.
She’d begun by swaying gently to the rhythm of the music, her head gently bobbing along yet her gaze never leaving the Queen’s as she slowly pulls another string of her corset jacket. Honestly to Angelica this was a waste of time, but it was important to keep the participants of the Project content that she wouldn’t be wasting their valuable time, so the Doll would cater to their whips & qualms, and there was no reason she couldn’t use this time with the Queen efficiently either before they got down to her pleasures, with Angelica’s own business agenda.
Still dancing she twirls round with her back to the Rider, turning to her side she thrusts out one arm toward them gently throwing the discarded corset at them, obscuring her sight just long enough so when she’d removed the waistcoat her view the first sight she’d see would be of Angelica bending over facing them, a full view of the V of her cleavage briefly before she rises back up with the music.
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“No, I will not help you in your attempts to seduce any of of allies. I will not use my magic on them, I will not put anything in their food, and I most certainly will not make a love potion for you to use.”
She had hardly given Rider a chance to breath before declining what she assumed what Medb wished to ask her for. “Now, with that out of the way - was there anything else you needed?”
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the hella sweet munday meme (Accepting!)
⚌ Who inspires you?
Don’t take this as a cop-out–but the people I rp with. I’m slowly getting energy and courage to expand out to others, and in the meantime, seeing different kinds of threads with each chara’s diff issues/thoughts/etc come up and be reflected through writing is really interesting sometimes. Plus I want to continue improving my writing, which I feel has wavered a lot in quality in the time I haven’t been on here much.
Besides RP, though, people who show great integrity, insight and vision into their work. I’m a movie and animation fan (or at least, a fan of the few movies I’ve gotten to watch) and I love watching behind the scenes things to understand the development and creation of art. I also am inspired by people who have good awareness of the world and themselves. (I realize this is prob why I enjoy rping Druime when I get the chance and energy to–she helps me use my brainpower in different ways and plus, she’s someone who’s proactive and makes me feel like I can get shit done. At the same time, when things are chaotic irl, it’s difficult to rp her for that reason if my mental state is different lol). Actors, writers, and creative professionals esp in film and writing are a big inspiration. Right now I’m fond of Neil Gaiman’s writing, lol, in addition to Assassin’s Creed as a franchise (that’s prob my history fan side talking, but honestly the amount of research floored me when I first got into it so it’s great.)
ridehercrop replied to your post “▼ Medb's also going to throw in a kiss or two.”
Medb is a needy servant. If not treated with at least 10 affection a day she will get it herself
Chu.
⚔ Altera stood up quickly to follow Medb, grabbing her wrist to turn her around and then throwing both tanned hands against the wall on either side of her to crack the stone, cornering her against the wall.
Altera was the controlling type, the hypocritical type who would claim that Medb was free to go at any time... but only if Altera allowed it.
The King of the Huns spoke no words, but her cold expression made her confused and irritated feelings clear --- Where do you think you’re going?
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❝ ...? I would have refused, if you had tried such a thing. Though I may SUBMIT myself to a Master, I refuse to relinquish my dignity or compromise my morals. ❞
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✕ Brynhildr rode alone to the castle, atop a white horse with an unusual silver mane and tail. She left the ships behind her at the river, where the warriors she had brought with her were making camp. The Northmen were two miles or so from the castle, preparing for the invasion that Brynhildr had promised her friend the year before. She had only brought twelve ships with her. Thirty men and shieldmaidens per boat... About three hundred and sixty heathens in total to lay siege to Medb’s castle, armed with axes, swords, shields and spears. A glorious sight it would be.
With one smooth motion, Brynhildr swung a leg over the side of her galloping horse and jumped off, the horse continuing in a trot before stopping to walk beside her as the Valkyrie approached the guarded castle doors. Her spear was fastened to her back.
Stopping a few feet from the guards, she offered with a smile, her language thick with accent, “Where is your queen? Queen Medb. I am an old friend, and I am here for a visit.”
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