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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Janaina Medeiros
Love Begins
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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JBB: An Artblog!
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Put "Claimed" In my ask box and I'll generate a number below. NSFW Versioin
A Passionate Kiss
Kiss anywhere you choose
Oral Sex
Own me tied in bed naked for one night
Own me tied in bed naked for two nights
Shower Sex
Will do whatever you say for one day
Rough Sex
An intimate night alone with me
Your choice
My choice
Zayne had been in bed all day. He was tired. Overly tired. And he hated it. He sighed as he stayed under the covers, closing his eyes tightly. He heard the door to his bedroom being knocked on and ignored it until he heard it again. "Yeah?" He asked, his voice muffled into the covers.
"EW EW EW EW EW."
"Zayne, you need to tell me what happened so I can help you and make sure this never happens again. Please, sweetheart. Talk to me." Azie pleaded with her husband, tears in her eyes. "I love you, but I can't love someone who keeps secrets."
Zayne had to just shake his head, "I-It was nothing." He mumbled.
Azie woke as she felt Zayne moving restlessly and heard him whimpering and crying out. "Zayne, it's just a bad dream," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. "Wake up, love. It's not real. You're with me. You're safe." She kissed his cheek.
Zayne awoke with a gasp, tears streaming down his face. He sat up and clinged to his wife. He was unable to speak. He wasn't able to bring any words to come out of his mouth.
“If I were your lover”… Finish it in my ask.
Watch me get none whatsoever
I’m looking forward to not receiving any messages.
50 Questions You've Never Been Asked
1. What's your favorite candle scent?
2. What female celebrity do you wish was your sister?
3. What male celebrity do you wish was your brother?
4. How old do you think you'll be when you get married?
5. Do you know a hoarder?
6. Can you do a split?
7. How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike?
8. How many oceans have you swam in?
9. How many countries have you been to?
10. Is anyone in your family in the army?
11. What would you name your daughter if you had one?
12. What would you name your son if you had one?
13. What's the worst grade you got on a test?
14. What was your favorite TV show when you were a child?
15. What did you dress up as on Halloween when you were eight?
16. Have you read any of the Harry Potter, Hunger Games or Twilight series?
17. Would you rather have an American accent or a British accent?
18. Did your mother go to college?
19. Are your grandparents still married?
20. Have you ever taken karate lessons?
21. Do you know who Kermit the frog is?
22. What's the first amusement park you've been to?
23. What language, besides your native language, would you like to be fluent in?
24. Do you spell the color as grey or gray?
25. Is your father bald?
26. Do you know triplets?
27. Do you prefer Titanic or The Notebook?
28. Have you ever had Indian food?
29. What's the name of your favorite restaurant?
30. Have you ever been to Olive Garden?
31. Do you belong to any warehouse stores (Costco, BJ's, etc.)?
32. What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender?
33. If you have a nickname, what is it?
34. Who's your favorite person in the world?
35. Would you rather live in a rural area or in the suburbs?
36. Can you whistle?
37. Do you sleep with a nightlight?
38. Do you eat breakfast every morning?
39. Do you take any pills or medication daily?
40. What medical conditions do you have?
41. How many times have you been to the hospital?
42. Have you ever seen Finding Nemo?
43. Where do you buy your jeans?
44. What's the last compliment you got?
45. Do you usually remember your dreams in the morning?
46. What flavor tea do you enjoy?
47. How many pairs of shoes do you currently own?
48. What religion will you raise your children to practice?
49. How old were you when you found out that Santa wasn't real?
50. Why do you have a tumblr?
Muse is having a nightmare. It starts with just mumbling in sleep, and in the end they cry out for help. What does your muse do?
Your character finds mine hiding in their basement. They're bruised and shaking, but won't tell your character what's wrong. How does your character get them to open up?
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Roxy zipped her lips with her fingers. “Uh-uh-uh. If I tell you, then it’s not a secret. Do you trust me?” she asked him.
Zayne nodded, "Of course."
He shrugged, returning the hug. “I don’t know.” He told her.
Roxy patted him on the head. What if I had an idea?” She lowered her voice. “We could go on an adventure,” she said seriously.
He raised a brow in curiosity. "To where?" He asked her.
He watched as she did that, about to reply when she put a barrette in his bangs. He thought about it. “I’m thinking about Salem again.” He told her. Salem was his uncle — who’s child he had, and who had recently almost killed him and sexually assaulted him. Overall, he couldn’t get over that.
Roxy sat up and threw her arms around him. “Salem is a very bad man. Is there any way I can make you not think about him?” she asked, concerned.
He shrugged, returning the hug. "I don't know." He told her.
He shrugged, “Thinking too much.” He told her, knowing that was true. He had been thinking too much about a lot of things.
Roxy frowned. “Penny for your thoughts?” She reached into her pocket, but the only thing there was a hair clip. “I mean… Hair clip for your thoughts?” she asked, putting the purple barrette in his bangs and patting them down.
He watched as she did that, about to reply when she put a barrette in his bangs. He thought about it. "I'm thinking about Salem again." He told her. Salem was his uncle -- who's child he had, and who had recently almost killed him and sexually assaulted him. Overall, he couldn't get over that.
He chuckled softly, “Yay.” He mumbled, sitting up slowly and shrugged at the question. “Numb..” He told her, pursing his lips.
Roxy looked up at him, frowning. “Why are you numb?” She knew it was probably a stupid question, but when her friend was sad, she was sad.
He shrugged, "Thinking too much." He told her, knowing that was true. He had been thinking too much about a lot of things.
Hearing his friend, he smiled slightly. How did she always find him like this? “I’m right here.” He told her before taking his face from the blankets to look at her.
Roxy started tickling the little lump. “I found a Zayne! Twenty three point seven points for me!” she said playfully. Roxy slid her legs under the covers. “Hope you don’t mind,” she said, wriggling in next to him. “What’s wrong?”
He chuckled softly, "Yay." He mumbled, sitting up slowly and shrugged at the question. "Numb.." He told her, pursing his lips.
Zayne was in a mood. He was under the covers, curled up into a ball. He was hot, but he didn’t want to move. He was too blah to move. He heard a knock at the door. “Leave.” He said, his voice muffled in the blankets and sheets.
Roxy knocked on the door again, but all she...
Hearing his friend, he smiled slightly. How did she always find him like this? "I'm right here." He told her before taking his face from the blankets to look at her.
Zayne was in a mood. He was under the covers, curled up into a ball. He was hot, but he didn't want to move. He was too blah to move. He heard a knock at the door. "Leave." He said, his voice muffled in the blankets and sheets.
