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OOC;

I was going to do replies today but I’m way too hungover.

Sorry. D:

Tequila is not my friend.


hidden-fauna2-deactivated201407 asked: "baby,,,baby rp with me. I miss all of you"

Of course!


Ooc

{Eli muse is stirring. Would anyone like to roleplay?~ Send me an ask and we can plot!}


Reblog if you’re okay with your RP partners messaging you when they respond to your RP.

one-piece-fandom:

Tumblr’s new notification system is making it pretty easy for them to slip by.

If a day or two has passed with no response, or you see me on and I haven’t replied, feel free to let me know.


Pick an age or point on the character’s timeline, and ask a question. The character will respond as that age.

It’s been awhile but here I am.~

It’s been awhile but here I am.~

#fc #ic

black-salts-and-forget-me-nots:

porcelain-engel:

It’s been a long evening.~

Baby stop wearing leather straps before I start yanking you around by them

Is that a promise?

black-salts-and-forget-me-nots:

porcelain-engel:

It’s been a long evening.~

Baby stop wearing leather straps before I start yanking you around by them

Is that a promise?

#ic #fc

Put ◎ in my ask. My muse will answer any question you ask them. Even if its secret.

OOC

Yo. Elias muse returned. Sort of. :I


black-salts-and-forget-me-nots:

Bjorn willed himself not to blush. The last thing he needed was a blush on his fair skin but it was a hard fought battle! He chanced a glance down, eyes wide as he gave a minute shake of his head. He wouldn’t…he couldn’t…! He would. Oh sweet heaven his Snowflake was a demon!

Bjorn managed to keep up a conversation with the couple, trying very hard to stay perfectly still.

Elïas smirked at his resolve, one hand moving to grope at his firm backside. He was a devil alright, but this was the most fun he had had in weeks, pressing his lips to the back of his knees with gusto.

He hoped his lover was scarlet by now, confusing the couple he was talking too greatly. He made a mental note to do this again.

Bjorn was indeed very red and when asked, swiftly blamed it on the heat inside the shop from working hard all day and just smiled broadly when the older woman laughed and reached out to pat his hand on the counter, telling him he was such a hard worker to do it all himself.

His legs quivered and his muscles tensed under Elias hands, unable to resist pressing back into the touch that he had craved desperately for so very long.

Elias prayed the customers would hurry up and leave. All this teasing was all fine and dandy, but he had a lot of catching up to do, in more than one way. He had missed the red-head more than anything, which, for him l was certainly an odd feeling. That being said, he continued his petting, if not growing just a little bolder with his hands and touches.