Why don't you do right?

hello new blogs i’m followin. i’m Rich. i used to run a bunch of old blogs that i’m conglomerating into this one! so if you recall @solarchorale, @missdoright-arc, @cloakandcrusader, @lacquerlaced, @couriersiiix, @herorecipe, (and others, eventually), uh, that’s me! if you don’t, hi anyway. i run thesmophoric and lncubabe. i need to make a proper ooc/rules page but. ay.

Anilla pouted  “What!  Nooooo!”  She said making a sad puppy dog face.  “I wannna have fun.  I mean, we’ll clean you up first!  Come on.  Tell me your kinks~”  She giggled.  “I’ll spill a bunch of mine!”

“That’s way too weird,” grunted the magician, teasing mud out of her hair with the aid of half-spoken spells. “There’s plenty’a websites where people spill their dark desire to get fucked by Smokey the Bear. Go to them, not to me.”

Yennefer turned her eyes skyward, shrugging with her palms facing up. “I’m sure you’ve got men like those in your world. Never satisfied, no matter how much power they’ve already amassed.” She scoffed and emptied her tankard, setting it down beside the bottle before getting to her feet. “Just a moment.” She made her way to the door and exchanged a few curt words with the serving girl waiting patiently just outside the door. After a minute she closed the door once again and returned to the chair with some rags draped over one arm, a tunic that seemed a little too small and tight fitting leather breeches. “Will these do?”

It’d be a little tight, specially around the chest, but Benny wasn’t really in a place to complain. Given the choice between tightness around her bosom or her organs, and she’d pick the former every time. (God, leather. Thankfully, hopefully, it’d be before the invention of the gimp, in the wherever she was.) “Yeah, this’ll work,” the magician responded with a nod, “thanks. I’ll put ‘em on now.” Sooner they spoke to the Emperor, the better, as far as she was concerned, and so Benny nipped around the  shuttery-thing that women in old movies changed behind. Considering a  new topic, she called over the shuttery-thing, “So, uh. Where I’m from, I  kinda specialize in frost-magic. Rime, Cocytus, stuff like that. But I’m away from my source, so I feel kinda like a wet noodle. Is there a source of Cold, here?”

“Wait…  Why set me on fire before the ocean?”  She asked.  “Like…  Seriously.”  A moment passed.  “Oi.  How kinky are you?”  She asked.  “Wanna fuck mate?”

“Maybe I’ll change it up! who knows. The world’s my oyster,” groused Benny, murmuring a word to freeze the water in the mud caked to her clothes. Another stomp shattered the majority of it, and the blonde stood, looking daggers at Anilla. “No.”