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[PT: [x]🌾 or [x]wheat. end PT]

a term for those who are [x] in a way that is influenced by being Midwestern, or are [x] because they're Midwestern. tag me in any posts you make! I'd love to see them.

nsfw prompts: less cringy edition

"And yet you're still here as if begging for more. Funny how that works, huh?"

Lyla leaned back into her seat, sinking into the plush cushions and the soft faux fur of her coat. The stretch of her long-slit pants revealing a strip of soft skin beneath as she traced the side of Mason's leg with her bare ankle. The smile on pretty-pink lips was mischievous and playful— perfectly hiding the intensity she kept under wraps to save for later.

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"Fuuuuck... That's the spot." Lyla sighed, partly in relief and the other in satisfaction as she melted into her mattress while Mason worked on her back. "I don't know how these kids keep coming up with such intense choreo nowadays. Kudos to them for making it look easy."

Dancing was never the woman's strong suit, even when she was a more active idol. Her talent in producing and stage presence made up for it but it was still a skill they tried to better themselves in especially when these younger idols wanted to feature her in their performances and MVs.

he eyes the girl curiously, as he always does. what a strange little creature she is. so afraid, even if she doesn't realize it. or at least, realize how obvious it is. "you're frowning," audenin explains softly, "and your shoulders are slumped. that usually means someone is upset." he realizes, now, that some of the smudges on her face are not bruises like he'd thought, but ink or charcoal or something.

Trying so hard not to break his stance and connection with the Force, the door opening was the distraction that pulled him away. Opening one eye at a time, he heard him speak as he plopped on his back dramatically. The black robes were rather comfortable and he may have fallen asleep the first night wearing them after vigorous training. 

Seeing his master, he gave him a smile and then wiped his face off and then sat back up again. “Maybe. If I can just get word to him I am alright. That would be enough.” He read through the Jedi Code. Having no passion was something he couldn’t do. Without it, he wouldn’t have agreed to become a Jedi. When he was passionate about something, he emerged his whole being into the cause. 

“Starving. Breakfast was too light.” He complained. A diner? So Coruscant did have some things Earth did. “Sounds good. I could use a break.” Nodding, he agreed. Wrinkling his nose at the sound of bantha burgers, but he couldn’t knock it until he tried it. “Probably is similar. I’ll try it. I’m hungry enough to eat a horse.” 

“Please call me, Arthur.” The royal told her and then clasped his hand on Merlin’s shoulder. “Thanks for letting Merlin tag along. I would hate for him to be caught with the likes of George all day.” The warlock shrugged slightly at her. Yes, he told the prince that Mariela wished for him to come with. Not that Pendragon was the third wheel. He had looked so gloomy the day before he didn’t have the heart to burst his blonde bubble. “As long as he can keep up and not whine the entire time.” The prince said as he threw his bag on the horse's back. Merlin had placed the other ones on his mare. Patting her nose, he just chuckled. “No. I won’t be on a horse all day looking for animals for you to hunt down. Today is supposed to be fun. A lazy day for us all.”