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i went looking at that time-for-fr///ance person's blog and part of their description was cut off in the submission and it said that they're also a "cisethnic PoC" they've gotta be a troll right? pls tell me they're a troll
better be a troll
@themageunderground replied to your post “I have these vivid memories of when everyone was wearing boxing boots...”
i know the thing you're talking about!!
!!! thank goodness I didn’t just make it up!
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ooo shoot i didnt see this but thank u so much ;;;;; <3Hunger of the Pine by Alt-J “I’m there for you, be there for me I’ll hum the song the soldiers sing As they march outside our window”
💕💔😉🍬💝 for mahanon!!
💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? yes! i have a several aus with other people where’s he’s in a poly relationship.
💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? i’m not actually sure, i haven’t given much thought to that. i imagine it’s just when his first relationship ends, since he was probably kind of young and he had very grand ideas about true love and such, so when it ended, even though it was a mutual decision, he feels quite heartbroken. but he grows and learns and realizes that not every relationship he’s going to have is going to last forever, which eases the sadness of breakups but doesn’t erase it.
😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?i don’t think it’s a fetish or kink, but he is very fond of oral sex, both giving and receiving. he’s got a bit of a praise kink.
🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?this is a tricky question. he’s not really into d/s himself, but is certainly willing to do light stuff with his partner if they’re into it, and he’ll do his best to fill either role, so i would say he’s technically a switch.
💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day?yes! he would love valentine’s day because he’s a very affectionate person, so a whole day dedicated to being affectionate is a great idea. he’s the kind of person that would get a little something for his friends, too, not just his partner. something small and sweet, like a card and a fun size candy bar, and then for his partner he would take them on a fun date and give them some sort of gift for the occasion. he actually doesn’t go really big on that one, just because he values meaningful gifts over big extravagant gifts, so he would get them a little something that he knows they would love.
Commission for @themageunderground for their friend @nonbinarygreywarden!
Commission info here!
23: playing twister for mahanon/meical!!
“This is gonna be so fun,” Meical said, mostly to himself, as he smoothed out the Twister mat on the floor. The couch and coffee table had to be pushed to opposite sides of the room to get the floor space for it. Meical idly wondered if they could just leave the mat there permanently, make Twister a weekly occurrence. Maybe they could play strip Twister. How would strip Twister work…
“Where did you find this thing, anyway? Looks as old as I am,” Mahanon said, pulling Meical out of his thoughts.
“Garage sale.” Meical stood and put his hands on his hips proudly. “Only a dollar for the whole– are you stretching?”
Mahanon paused in the middle of his stretch, leaning far to his left with his arm extended over his head. He raised one brow at Meical. “Yes?” He moved to stretch his other side, exhaling as he did. “You should, too.”
“Taking this a bit seriously, aren’t you?” Meical laughed. “It’s a kid’s game.”
“Yeah, and we’re not kids.” Mahanon pulled his foot up to touch the small of his back, grinning. “As much as you like to act like one.”
“I’m choosing to ignore that for now,” Meical said with a smirk. He sat down on the Twister mat and stretched his legs out, reaching for his toes. Suddenly, a thought hit him. “Aw, shit,” he said, sitting up straight.
“What?”
Meical looked at Mahanon, eyebrows creased in frustration. “Who’s gonna spin the spinner?”
kylux, college au!
Hux sighs loudly, for maybe the fifth time in a half hour; his required reading is spread out on the desk in front of him, highlighter in hand, but he can’t focus for the sound of that awful video game Kylo has been absorbed in for God knows how long.
“Ren, can’t you see that I’m trying to study?” he finally snaps, swiveling around in his chair.
“Oh, wow,” Kylo mumbles, not taking his eyes off the screen, “watch me try to care.”
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ta da!! belated bday present for @themageunderground, feat. more of their elf son meical in shopping shenanigans! hope you like it!
Tinny music played over the grocery store PA, nearly drowned out by the screaming infant three aisles over. Despite that, it was blissfully empty, just the way Dorian liked it. He pulled a cart out of the corral and leaned on the handle to look over his list. Produce first as it was closest, then the bread aisle. Milk last, of course, and was cereal on aisle seven or nine? Oh, and coffee, can’t forget—
“Alright, gimme a boost.”
Dorian didn’t have to look up from his list to know that Meical was standing with both hands braced on the side of the cart and, he would guess, that familiar determined gleam in his eyes. “Beg pardon?”
“Gimme a boost,” Meical repeated. “Into the cart.” When Dorian made no move and kept his eyes locked firmly on the grocery list, Meical dropped his hands and turned to stare at him with wide eyes, full of as much betrayal as he could muster. “I can’t believe you!”
Dorian finally looked at him and sighed. “Oh, don’t give me that look, Meical, please.”
Meical gave him the look even harder. “You said if I came grocery shopping, I could ride in the cart,” he huffed, arms crossed.
“Well, I knew that was the only way you’d come along.”
“Exactly!” Meical threw his hands up dramatically and brought them down on the side of the cart hard enough to rattle it. “I’m getting my ride, Dorian.”
Dorian startled, a horrified expression flashing over his face. “Meical, you will not.”
“Too late!”
“Meical!”
Meical jumped with a gleeful hup! and swung his legs up and over the side of the basket. He got about halfway before the cart suddenly shifted and the wall started to look a lot like the ceiling. There was a shout, though whether it was his or Dorian’s was anyone’s guess, and a loud crash.
“Jesus Christ, Meical, you could have broken your neck!”
The ground rumbled when Dorian spoke. The ground was also rather soft and smelled like cologne. This is not the ground, Meical concluded. He tried to sit up and found Dorian’s arms loosening around him. The cart was on its side a few feet away. Underneath him, Dorian was still grumbling.
“—can never come back to this store, do you know that? And I think you broke my arse, you stubborn little—”
“Dorian.” Meical twisted around in his boyfriend’s lap, oblivious to the small crowd of supermarket patrons gathering near them.
“What?”
“You caught me,” Meical said, grinning from ear to ear. “That’s so sweet.”
Dorian’s exasperated look softened. “Well, I’m not letting you kill yourself in a grocery store,” he said. “Not today, anyway.”
Meical surged forward and kissed him. “I love you,” he mumbled.
“I love you, too. I’d also love if you got off of me.”
“Mood ruiner.”
oh, meical. never change. happy bday, rowan!!
