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silencedsonatas replied to your post: watching more power rangers and i sorta feel like...
Also I rped mmpr with friends by passing a notebook around in between class before o even knew that was a thing
dsjhjdfdhsjlhdhjsfhdjf When I first Rped we notebooked it too. Though the first fandom I rped in was Naruto
@silencedsonatas sent a smutty meme for Kylo Ren: “You can beg better than that, I think.”
Kylo's chest shook with heavy panting breaths, blinking away the sweat that dripped into his eyes. It seemed so foolish -- with the slightest tug, let alone drawing upon the Force, he could rip through the rope ties that bound his wrists to the upper corners of his bed -- so astounding that he'd submitted himself to the slave girl that had been assigned to him as a mere distraction. His back arched as she skimmed the ice cube along his inner thigh. "Kriff! Fuck!" If he got any louder he would have to make inquiries regarding sound-cancelling insulation around his quarters. But he would not beg. He would NOT beg this scrawny creature for anything.
he decides ---- within mere MINUTES ---- that he doesn’t like her aunt. he has a respect for those who are cunning, ruthless, who are unafraid to use others to achieve their ends. but not like this. she’s not a child, not anymore. but her face maintains a kind of innocent that many would --- have --- exploit for their own personal gain. her own family included. he’s not a man of many morals, but he doesn’t fuck with kids. not like this. so though his plan involves certain ranking members of congress and certain bills that would make it much easier for him to continue his business --- he finds himself creating a new plan. one that will inevitably end with her aunt’s death at his hands. the rest of it? the money, the power, the status? that’s just an added bonus. and it’ll all fall into her hands.
FOR NOW, HOWEVER, they’re in business. for now, she remains of use to him. so for now she remains living. breathing. walking. chatting away with her elite friends, sipping on champagne that costs far more than the allowance his foster parents were given to keep a child alive. his fingers itch to wrap around the woman’s throat. squeeze, watch the life drain from her eyes. but he doesn’t. instead, he distracts himself with the smaller blonde. for right now, the plan is simple. play along until the right moment. he has to get the girl on his side, has to figure out just how L O Y A L she is to the vulture that pimps her out for scraps. for now, he’ll dirty himself in with the rest of them. make them think he’s one of them, a pawn, under her control. he smiles politely at katrine, nodding his head at her before he turns to petra, offering his hand and an easy smile. ❝ would you mind? ❞ the question is directed at her aunt. you need permission from master to pet their dog. the idea disgusts him, but for now, it’ll serve him, so he swallows down the wave of loathing as the older woman nods and he takes the girl’s hand, leading her out to the dance floor at the party, pulling her into frame easily and settling one hand at the small of her back.
❝ it’s petra, right? ❞ his voice remains calm, quiet, dark eyes watching the blonde as they move. she’s a curious thing, with experience far beyond her years, with pain masked by a hard shell. it’s familiar. he’s seen it adopted by far to many kids he grew up with in the foster system. ❝ your aunt had quite the bit to say about you the other day. ❞ the smallest bit of disdain slips into her voice and when he looks down at her, it’s more out of curiosity than anything. ❝ i have to admit, even for me, some of her business tactics are, ❞ he inhales, pretending to ponder the correct word as his hand tightens around her, the meaning behind his pause made clear. ❝ questionable. ❞ / @silencedsonatas + look i wrote you a novel !
[ read ] your muse reading something to mine . Petra reading to Angelus some old fairy tale book or something in Russian maybe idk
NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE // accepting
@silencedsonatas
Angelus knew enough Russian to get by in light conversation, but it had been years since he needed to know it. When Petra pulled out some book, he stretched out lazily on the couch and pulled her onto his lap. He stopped paying attention after about a minute, instead simply focusing on the timbre of her voice rather than the words. Fingertips trailed up her arm, following the line of veins that lay beneath. Even through the fabric of her sleeves he could feel her pulse. The sound of her blood thrumming mixed with the sound of her voice.
BUFFY STARTERS | ACCEPTING @silencedsonatas asked: “Let’s face it. None of us will have a happy, normal relationship.” Connor
He hadn’t really considered it before. He had never really considered anything that wasn’t hunting Angelus and avenging Holtz before. Certainly not the concept of relationships. At least until he had met her. She had changed everything for him, and Connor didn’t even have the vocabulary to describe it.
In Quor’toth Holtz had talked often and at length about his family. So much so that Connor had felt an allegiance to people who had passed away more than 200 years before his own birth. But Holtz had never really talked about love.
A pained expression crossed Connor’s face as Petra spoke. His head hung for a moment, eyes focused intently on the ground as he tried to find the words to express how he felt about her. How he would always feel about her.
“We may not be normal,” he murmured. “But I’ve never been happier in my life...”
‘ i am a dream and so are you and so are we . ’
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“well, this is a fucking nightmare. no offense.”
@silencedsonatas asked: ❛ i wasn’t always this way! and you weren’t either. ❜ baron zemo
IT WAS BOLD OF HER TO ASSUME SUCH A THING. bold of her assume that she could just change the clock — it wasn’t possible anymore. maybe, once upon a time, it would have been, but now? no, it wasn’t, and there was only rage where every other emotion was. more so these days. “doesn’t matter,” he says sharply. “we are what we are now. nothing more and nothing less. do remember that.”
" you're an idiot. " lucy
send in “ YOU’RE AN IDIOT. ” for your muse to tend to my muse’s wounds after a fight/battle // ACCEPTING
@silencedsonatas
Lucy shot a glare at the other girl, though it lacked any real heat. She knew that she had gotten her ass handed to her. The bloody nose, rapidly swelling eye, and cut across her cheek was proof for the world to see. At least she had given as good as she got. Johnny was probably back home licking his own wounds. She winced as Petra dabbed an alcohol soaked cloth over the cut. Johnny had been wearing a ring when he punched her, the fucker. “What was I supposed to do? That fucker was cheating me out of my money. I couldn’t just let that pass.”
Her fence had always been a prick but this time he crossed a line. Lucy found out that he was giving her half the amount that he was giving someone else for the same stuff. If she took that shit then it was practically an open invitation to anyone else to take advantage of her. She had to prove that she wouldn’t take that insult laying down. Not to mention that when she demanded answers from him, he said that he’d give her the rest of the money if she let him fuck her - to which she replied that she would cut his dick off and add it to her pile of stolen goods. It wasn’t surprising that he punched her after that. It all spiraled into a full on fight, until they both walked away bleeding and bruised. Could’ve gone worse. Way worse.
