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Welp.

So, long story short, mun injured herself and has a hand full of stitches and pain right now. Activity will be slow for about a week and a half give or take while I heal up. Please bear with me, bc ilu guys a whole bunch, and not being able to type is killing me already, aha.

octoberinspo

SENTENCE STARTERS. Flirty/Suggestive/NSFW Edition.

Feel free to add your own.

“You’re really hot.”

“Oh, don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.”

“You know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

“Hot damn.”

“So, you come here often?”

“Well, well. My night just got better.”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“You have got a great ass.”

“Hey, I’m open minded.”

“You enjoying the view over there?”

“Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

“Don’t be bashful. You know you want to.”

“You can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

“You wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

“I’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

“It’s been a long day. Why don’t we help each other unwind?”

“I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

“I wanna see you get naked.”

“You like how I bend over for you, huh?”

“You’re getting me all worked up.”

“What do we have here?”

“I see someone’s happy to see me.”

“Play your cards right, and I just might have to put you on speed dial.”

“You like that, don’t you?”

“How do you want me?”

“I’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

“I want you. Right here. Right now.”

“God, you’re perfect.”

“I really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

“I’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

“You look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

“You wanna help me out of this ___?” (Insert article clothing here.)

“Can I keep you?”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Oh my, looks like I/you dropped something.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

“I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

“It’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

sunshine-memes

Shit my friends and I have said: TEXT EDITION (2)

[ text ]: fucking buzzfeed is messing me up at 2 AM with their fucking quizzes like wtf how are you gonna go get into my head like that with a fucking quiz about what arizona tea i am wtf buzzfeed [ text ]: bro don’t send me links to awesome things when I’m poor [ text ]: I don’t know man but these guys were literally on foot all up in the bushes and shit then if they caught you they just step out in front of you and like point at you and point at the side road [ text ]: they were sniping people man I wasn’t my fault…. [ text ]: I had a dream about fried chicken and fries. This is my life now. [ text ]: yeah you gotta know so i know what to expect cause if you’re gonna be like a not super chill ghost I’m not gonna bother buying nice shit just so you can fling it across the room and open my drawers and eat my food and shit [ text ]: …. you have no chill [ text ]: …. i mean i survive the end of every month with, like, nothing. at least in prison there would be food xD [ text ]: I meant shot. He was shot three months after I was born. And then he died a few days later. I’m sooooooo fucking tired. [ text ]: you killed tupac [ text ]: I fucking want brownies [ text ]: omg u kno what i rlly want rn? a nutella and strawberry sandwich on like some good ciabatta or french bread [ text ]: bro that’s so weird I dig it [ text ]: I just want to watch my giant squid show and relax! [ text ]: But mostly I just need a lot of glitter in my life [ text ]: Because what you said is sending jolts through my brain and I’m going to explode. [ text ]: bECAUSE HE IS PERFECT. TOO PERFECT. TOO PRETTY. [ text ]: No one cares down here either, as long as you look old enough to not get stopped by the cops and your money is green [ text ]: I’m sad and angry at the same time. do they have an emoji for when it’s both? [ text ]: bro I should set up a stand somewhere asking for money with a sign that says “needs to get extremely leftist and gay friend back here to fight for transgender rights” and see how much I get

kryptoniianhero-blog

Hey guys! Brand new multi-verse Kara Zor-El blog here! While my pages are still a wip, I’m eager to get going! Since this seems to be the new thing, could you guys reblog if you’re interested in rping with a new Supergirl? I have verses for both the show and comics! Thanks!!

whiitedragon

{ @mech-babe cont’d from x } The dragon exhaled a chuckle, almost inaudible, as she watched the other woman. Hana’s expression of concentration was endearing. The only thing preventing her from laving soft kisses over the pilot’s skin was the threat of losing the progress they had made. Magic of this form was a dead art; it did not come naturally to the Mortal races any longer, and all progress was hard-won. “Don’t think so much,” she instructed gently. “You’ll feel it – you’ll know then.” Placing her hands on Hana’s shoulders, the dragon traced fingertips down her arms, hoping to alleviate the tension that had gathered. “Instinct is what matters; nature is a matter of the heart and body, not the mind.”

mech-babe

A faint chill ran down Hana’s spine as she felt Gwyn’s fingers down her arm. With a deep breath, she tried to let her mind clear and focus. Considering how foreign of a concept this was, she really didn’t know what she was concentrating on. But she knew as long as Gwyn was there to guide her, it would work eventually.

It was hard not to think, it was all Hana ever did. Thoughts and images would swirl in her mind fast enough to make her head spin. But at least here, it was just one thought. Feeling Gwyn near at least brought focus to a single thought.

whiitedragon

“Breathe,” she exhaled, breath touching the shell of Hana's ear as she spoke. “Focus on that, and nothing else. Let the rest of the world fade away." She could help the process, of course; back long before the modern age, the age when magic was still strong and alive in the world, the dragons could bestow the spark of magic on the Mortal races. It was not the same, though, as learning. It changed them. There was a difference between a human who could work magic and one who possessed it. “Let it come to you, let it gather. Allow the sensation to flow into you, and fill you,” she murmured, “like pain,” she nipped lightly at Hana's earlobe, “or pleasure,” she pressed a soft kiss to the hollow behind Hana's ear. “Don't think; feel.”

#mech-babe #( verse tbd. )

{ @mech-babe cont'd from x } The dragon exhaled a chuckle, almost inaudible, as she watched the other woman. Hana's expression of concentration was endearing. The only thing preventing her from laving soft kisses over the pilot's skin was the threat of losing the progress they had made. Magic of this form was a dead art; it did not come naturally to the Mortal races any longer, and all progress was hard-won. “Don't think so much,” she instructed gently. “You'll feel it -- you'll know then.” Placing her hands on Hana's shoulders, the dragon traced fingertips down her arms, hoping to alleviate the tension that had gathered. “Instinct is what matters; nature is a matter of the heart and body, not the mind.”

#mech-babe #( verse tbd. )#{ idk man }#{ i just kinda ran with it }#{ Gwyn teaching Hana magic y/n? }

❝ I did it! ❞

Teaching/Learning Fantasy Skills -- accepting!

“Yes,” the dragon responded, giving the mech pilot a soft smile, eyes alight with pride, “you did.” She watched the other woman for a moment, examining her, drinking in every detail before giving a satisfied nod, and sweeping Hana into an embrace, kissing her soundly. “You did well,” she murmured against her lover's lips, “very well.”

#mech-babe #( meme reply. )

lcvelymemes

» teaching/learning fantasy skills sentence meme

Feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

❝ You need to adjust your form. ❞

❝ When do I learn how to shoot fire? ❞

❝ Now, pull the arrow back. ❞

❝ Keep your shield up, or I’ll ring your head like a bell. ❞

❝ How am I supposed to learn if you keep knocking me to the ground?! ❞

❝ Every bruise is a lesson. ❞

❝ If I had known learning magic required this much reading, I’d have passed on it. ❞

❝ Your swordsmanship is sloppy. ❞

❝ Hold your breath… and fire. ❞

❝ Oops… didn’t mean to shock you. ❞

❝ Have you been paying attention to anything I’ve said at all? ❞

❝ You need to allow yourself some mistakes if you wish to achieve perfection. ❞

❝ The best fighter is never angry. ❞

❝ Flow with whatever may happen, and let your mind be free: Stay centred by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the ultimate. ❞

❝ Force has no place where there is need of skill. ❞

❝ I can’t do it. It’s too hard. ❞

❝ I can’t hold the bow string back for that long! ❞

❝ Harness your energy. ❞

❝ Block. Block! I SAID BLOCK! ❞

❝ You need to flow like water. ❞

❝ I give up. ❞

❝ I did it! ❞

roleplayers-ink

A quick and easy plotting guide

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s):

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

rpmemesandmusings

3 am sentence starters

“ why are you awake? “

“ i can’t sleep. “

“ go to bed already. “

“ i’m a being of pure power, i don’t need sleep. “

“ i’ve been running on 5 hour energy all day, there’s no stopping now. “

“ i’m. so. tired. “

“ i had a nightmare. “

“ it’s nothing, go back to bed. “

“ when’s the last time you slept? “

“ you’re clearly exhausted. why are you doing this to yourself? “

“ wake up. wake up. wake uuuuup. “

“ i’ll sleep when i’m dead. “

“ yawning doesn’t mean i’m tired! maybe i’m just bored by you telling me to go to sleep so much. “

“ is something wrong? “

“ i just need to finish what i’m doing, then i’ll sleep. “

“ you said you were about to go to bed two hours ago. c’mon, time’s up. “

“ is it okay if i sleep in your bed tonight? i’m kinda freaked out. “

“ stop bossing me around, you’re not my mom. i’ll go to sleep when i want to. “

“ you’re pouring coffee all over the counter. “

“ why are you making hot pockets at 3 am? “

“ i don’t care when you go to bed, but do you have to wake me up in the middle of the night with your loud music?! “

BOLD WHAT YOUR MUSE CAN DO ———— RE-POST , DON’T REBLOG.

tagged by: @mech-babe

tagging: @flashofyellowlight @mercilesshealer

#{ ...she's lived too long }

I need blood in the cut --;

She was getting sick of this. She could handle being experimented on, being tortured by the insignificant pests that called themselves scientists -- when really, all they wanted to do was cause pain and suffering -- but this...being used for their entertainment, sacrificed again and again to a man of whom they had made a beast... There came a point at which she would no longer swallow her pride. A point at which there was no reason behind charade, no reason to endure, no reason to willingly submit herself to such inane sufferings. The guards came to retrieve her, and she stood fluidly, soundlessly, and followed without a word. They were nervous, she had made them nervous. Even as blind as humans had become to the world beyond their knowledge, there was still some primal part of them that could recognize that she was something to be feared. Good. She didn't look like much of a threat -- a broken, frail thing, covered in mottled bruises, and half-healed wounds, but the way she carried herself belied no pain. It was an almost regal air, despite her small stature, and disheveled state. When they arrived at the cell of the monster that had once been a man, she entered without prompting. He was there, unstable and smoking, his body hardly in a solid state, false flesh looking black and putrid, giving him the appearance of something more dead than alive. The exterior door of the airlock was opened, and once more, she stepped forward with no need for prompting. She caught sight of the guards exchanging a nervous glance as the door was closed in her wake, a soft hissing signifying that the airlock was in place once more. The gears controlling the interior door began to click. She smiled. The door opened. In the next instant, three things happened; a pulse of raw energy emanated from the cage, knocking out any surveillance of the area; the guards dropped like marionettes with their strings cut, effected by the same force; Reaper lunged. In the aftermath, she was the only one left standing. The abomination of nanites and rotting flesh was frozen -- pinned to the wall by a single hand, fingers tipped in claws that bit effortlessly into the thick glass where even Reaper's had failed. His mouth agape, jaw seeming nearly unhinged, much like a snake preparing to devour its prey, tendrils of dark miasmamatic smoke poured from the gaping maw, extended from what passed for skin, reaching, grasping, trying to find purchase against skin newly flecked with white scales. As they reached, they were burned away, her touch fire incarnate. "If you thought me an easy meal, you were mistaken," she hissed, fangs glinting white, visible in a flash through parted lips. "There's some part of you that can still understand me," she murmured, brushing the knuckles of her free hand almost tenderly down his cheek, invisible flames driving away the smoke until skin was visible, smooth and whole. She could reach out, she mused, slip the tendrils of her magic into his mind, unfelt, unknown, wrap them around his mind, just like his own dark tendrils ensnared his prey. She could force his consciousness forward, make him hear her… But perhaps this was better. She would become a ghost to him, haunting him, always skirting around the edges of memory, perpetually just out of reach. He would know to fear her, but never quite be able to recall why. It was cruel, and there was a beauty to the insidiousness of it. “If you do not already wish for death, I will GUARANTEE it.” Flesh knit together beneath her touch, becoming whole at her will, only be pierced and torn by deadly claws. The same touch that healed would also destroy. She would restore him, make him whole once more...only to see him torn apart by her own hand. There was no satisfaction to be gained from sinking her claws into something already so broken. There was no pleasure to be found in killing something already on the brink of death.

She would make him S U F F E R .

She met his gaze head on, her eyes molten gold, roiling as she quietly seethed. From that one single point of contact, she allowed energy to flow, leaving her and entering him, restoring, rejuvenating. In waves, the smoke dispersed, her magic soothing the nanites from their agitated state. Flesh, ashen and raw, but whole and untouched took the place of its predecessor. No longer was his form in constant tumult, tearing itself apart only to reform in the same instant, replaced by stability, the chaos salvaged, pacified. She wondered what it must feel like...to be grounded to flesh once more after the anguish of his new existence. She could not so much as abide the concept. Withdrawing her claws, breaking her hold, she looked down at her arm, the blood a gradient from black to shocking crimson against her pale skin, a visual timeline of her healing in effect. To bleed red once more...the monster had been made man -- if only in appearance. She barked a laugh, tossing him aside as a child does with a toy that has lost its favor. She was done here. The air around her rippled and sighed as Gwyn pulled her magic tight to herself once more, drawing it in, sealing it away. Her eyes faded from liquid gold to pale ice, and she became insignificant once more. As far as anyone need be aware, at least. Taking in a deep breath, she exhaled slowly, sinking fluidly to her knees, and her eyes fell closed, giving her the illusion of being at peace. A faint smile curled up at the edges of her lips --- before she vanished from view. The guards would find her, when they woke, back in her own gilded cage. They would also find her no longer so easy to cow.

#kiingamongmxn #{ dark verse }#{ idr the tag }

gywn i want the magic stik

“Even if I had the faintest idea what you were talking about, I'm almost certain my answer wouldn't change; leave. Before someone gets hurt.”

So your a legend yeah? can legends succ the succ tho???

“...maybe I'm having a stroke.”

succ the succ

“Are you...having a stroke?”

do dragons like getting petted??????

“Touch me and lose a hand. If you're lucky.”

Wait, wait I heard from a little birdy that,,,, some dragons have tentacles & and I gotta know do you have tentacles?????

“If birds are talking to you about dragons, I would say that it's probably time to reconsider your recreational drug use.”

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