#sccharin

[dangerstxrlet]

+ @sccharin​ asked:  " that’s a way to get yourself killed. " -- from any of my muses you want!

+ “ Maybe so, but it beats just SITTING here and doing NOTHING . “ Mary Jane answered, shaking her head as she crossed her arms. “ The information I have could be VALUABLE in the right hands. That’s worth it in my eyes. “ 

[mercyxkilling]

that kiss meme that i’m too lazy to link i’m sorry

@sccharin said: 💋 -- from any of my muses you're interested in? Or if not, then from Dolores, Charlotte or perhaps Yelena? If you want!

mercy adjusted her hat, feeling more than a little ridiculous in this western get-up, but she wasn’t going to shoot down the opportunity to try new things. and besides. she paid a lot of coin to gain admission to this place. she might as well dive in feet first if she were going to get her money’s worth and fully immerse herself in the world. and immerse herself she had. the woman had perused shops, drank in a tavern, spoke with some of the townsfolk, and ended up finding a very pretty woman in need of assistance. that was really all the incentive she needed to lend a hand, so she hustled over to grab the pack on the back of her horse that was threatening to fall off. “s-sorry! just looked like you might need a hand. is... that okay?” mercy, after having made sure everything was secure and wouldn’t fall, turned to get a better look at this woman now that she was closer, and she found herself exhaling softly. it was a sigh of... approval? of infatuation? she didn’t know. she just knew she was acting like a damn fool, but that wasn’t enough to keep her from embarrassing herself even further. the redhead reached over to gently take the woman’s hand into her own, and she brought the back of it to her lips to press a small, soft kiss there. like a gentleman.  ... gentle... woman. whatever. “what’s your name? if... if you don’t mind tellin’ me.”

[exclusivelywritesgays]

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Do I Follow Them?: Yessssssss!

Why Did I Follow Them?: I think Dazzy followed me first, and we clicked really easily

Do We Role Play?: Every single day

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: See above. Fuck yeah

An AU Idea For Our Muses: Thinking about that Queen Yelena idea the other day.

A Song For Our Muses: Make Me Feel by Janelle Monae because gay

Do I Ship Our Muses?: A million percent. My girls love yours

What I Think About The Mun: Top notch human. One of my favorite people ever. It will be a freezing day in hell if we ever stop talking. Dazzy is the B E S T. My writing other half.

Overall Opinion: If you're not following Dazzy, please do. For your own good. She is genuinely a GIFT

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[sparkledmcnarch]

Times of Captivity

@sccharin​ sent: ▥ - Our muses are in captivity together ( from my Catra, perhaps from their time together on Horde Prime's ship? )

            After being abducted and encountered with Prime, soon enough Glimmer was taken away and separated from Catra into her own cell. It only had been a couple of hours...or could it have been days? Staring at these blinding white walls and hearing the soft hum of the green force field was slowly driving her crazy. Glimmer sat up in the stone cold bed, rubbing her temples in frustration after she attempted to take a rest and nap. She then snapped her fingers and yet, there was still no spark. Her magic was no good here at all. 

          The queen sighed and stood up, walking back towards the force field and her hand placed upon its warmth tickling against her skin. She then heard faint clicks down the hall--someone was coming. Glimmer’s hand quickly moved from it, wondering if it was either one of Prime’s minions or Catra herself, who somehow was allowed the run of the place. “Don’t you have anywhere to be? Like kissing Prime’s butt?” she scowled. “You keep coming back here and for what? To rub it in some more that I failed?”

[hamsaworn]

@sccharin​ ​​     /      small dialogue starter .

          “ ... ” ill-prepared to handle any altercations, she’ll stay dead silent and hope that she’s not spotted.

[metalscarred]

@sccharin asked:  The younger woman sets the tea cup before Lin and then slides onto the couch beside her. Kuvira is in casual clothes and her hair is down after a long day, and all she wants to do is spend the evening relaxing with Lin. Shoulders brush when she tucks her legs under her and to the side. Just maybe she had done that on purpose... " It's always a joy to watch you work, Lin. But I enjoy getting to see you let loose a little, you know? "

SITTING THERE WITH THE YOUNGER WOMAN, LIN FEELS SLIGHTLY OUT OF PLACE, out of sorts. This isn’t something she often does. While she gets along well with many of the metalbenders on her force, it’s rare she joins in on any after-work gatherings. She’s their boss and knows that regardless of whether some like her well enough or not, she wouldn’t be welcome. Though Kuvira is different; she’s not really part of the force, she’s new and there to train and learn, likely to go back to Zaofu before long. Something about it feels different, and Lin tries very hard to not examine too deeply why she feels different with her. 

When the younger woman’s shoulder brushes against her, goose bumps rise up on her flesh and a slight flush colors her cheek, which both confuses and embarrasses her. And she tries her best to laugh to cover those telling signs and says, “Let loose? I can’t remember the last time I really let loose”. Gesturing around her to all of her things in order, she sips her tea. She’s not really one to let loose. At least not with an audience. 

“But it’s nice to relax--sometimes,” she concedes. A workaholic through and through, relaxation is something she often has to force herself to do, or else is driven to when she physically can work no more. When she looks back to Kuvira again, she flushes once more at her closeness and hastily takes another sip of tea, regretting it instantly as it’s still scalding, burning the roof of her mouth.

[exclusivelywritesgays]

Send me a ❤ for one of my muse’s diary entries.

Kuv ira

We aren't speaking, and I don't expect you to ever read this. I think that you think in your head that not talking to you is easy for me. That I could just go back to everything as normal and act like none of this ever happened. And I can't. Not talking to you kills me, but talking to you is worse. I don't know if I can believe anything you say to me, and part of me thinks you're going to turn on me at any second. This is the hardest thing I've ever done, but I think I'm allowed five minutes of selfishness after three years of lies.

That was the thing that hurt the worst, you weren't actually lying. You were so good with your tongue words and making me believe that we were doing the right thing. I believed you because you built up a trust in me that told me you could never be wrong. Once Korra came into the picture, I saw through everything. And you called that love. And I'm healing from that.

This bond let's me know that your feelings are real, but does it let me know you're not going to do something like that again? Will you convince me into something morally grey again because you know I believed in you? I don't know. I need a reason to trust you and forgive you right now, because I'm not finding one.

Korra may be able to since she knew who you were from the start, but I'm going to need some time.

Adora

[camerasutra]

Blush -- time for Melina to return the favor to Isabelle.

          AS MUCH AS SHE LOVES HIKING, isabelle is always relieved to get back home and take a long and luxurious bath to relieve her mind and her aching muscles. she drops her backpack moments after stepping through the door, kicks off her sneakers, and makes her way to the bathroom. she turns on the taps and empties her favorite bubblebath into the slowly-filling tub, the gentle scent of lavender swiftly following. she doesn't intend to come out until the water is barely warm and she can hardly WALK as a result of sheer relaxation. her jacket and shirt are peeled off first, followed by her favorite, most comfortable sweatpants for walking in. then her sports bra.

          thumbs hook into her panties when movement suddenly registers in her peripheral vision, and her heart lurches when she sees her guest a few feet away. there's no way she didn't get an eyeful, and with a YELP isabelle scrambles to grab the nearest towel, covering herself and feeling her face immediately burn. if this was karma for accidentally walking in on melina that time before, she doesn't know what is. “...uh, hi. i didn't realize you were here.” she hadn't even heard footsteps approaching, making her wonder whether the mysterious woman was some kind of undercover agent of something... or a ghost.

*  send "blush" for your muse to walk on my muse undressing.   /   @sccharin.