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Send in a ❣ for a random kiss. || (DEALER’S CHOICE: WEIRD.)

      “Have you ever seen that meme template? Or- Or, like, that fucking buzzfeed article?”

That clarifying description actually did very little clarifying or describing, surprisingly. She rolls over, back pressing into the couch she’d been laying on, sunglasses lifted (despite them being indoors. She’s got her aesthetic to worry about, you know.)

  She BLORPS from the couch up onto her feet, trying to find the meme- article, thing, on her phone. “It’s- Okay, would you fuck a clone of yourself?” She must have seen the article, it was all over the internet. Pressed up against the beautiful woman, Angela took the initiative to make herself a beautiful- or rather, another, beautiful woman. 

   She wastes no time in pressing a kiss to the back of Domino’s neck, quickly working her way around to pressing her beautiful full lips into their original articles. No funny stuff, not yet, she hums, a very Domino hum, in query. “What’s the word, baby? Would you fuck your clone, or not?”

Send in a ❣ for a random kiss || #20 - Dealer’s Choice

      “Not only is luck the coolest superpower I’ve ever heard of, it’s also one of the most O.P.” 

Fork stabbed into her babka, as if the pastry had offended her in a past life, she sat up in her seat and stared Neena down. Ana wasn’t used to having people ‘on her level’ in any given moment. Socially, she was a princess. Financially, a golden icon. Power-scaling, she was a Goddess! Yet here?

  She picks up the fork again, and before time has a chance to flow from one picosecond to the next, Ana is sitting on Neena’s lap. Chair pushed back, a bit, the rest of the world completely unaffected by Angela’s motions. An arm draped around Neena’s neck, the other running a single, clawed finger from her chin on down. 

      “You’re gonna think I’m fucking crazy, but I am unreasonably turned on right now.” She giggles, and it’s the kind of unruly wanton giggle that betrays the hungry monster she’s constantly trying to hide from view. Never one to deny her baser impulses, Angela simply took the plunge and pressed her babka-flavored lips to Neena’s. 

  Pink muscle flexes against the cage of her teeth, a parasite all it’s own, that she represses. Represses, represses, represses… “Mm!” She pats the woman on the shoulder again, forehead pressed to hers with a soft laugh. “Sorry. Sorry, my love. I’d only just realized I’d yet to kiss you and the thought compelled me!”

  Back in her seat proper, she’s biting into her Babka again. Cinnamon, what a delight. 

      “O.P. means overpowered, by the way. In case you don’t- didn’t get it, y’know?”

Arthur almost didn't believe the woman when she mentioned that he had a large piece of shrapnel in his back. "I don't feel any pain. It's just…numb." He had replied like that had made it all okay -- even though in the back of his mind he knew that the fact he didn't feel it was probably a bad sign. He had let out a groan when she yanked it out -- yeah he had felt THAT. Just as he had begun to feel the pain, he also felt it start to heal.

At her question, he let out a gruff chuckle." I would say you wouldn't believe me -- but since you have been taking the rest of this in stride, I will give it a try." He said as he began testing his muscles, stretching out his back as the wound continued to heal.

" A yacht off the coast of jamaica caught fire.... it is all a little fuzzy. I think I went to make sure I had gotten everyone to the lifeboat... when the yacht blew up."

" Where am I anyway?" He hadn't been paying attention to where he had been going; he had just swum for where he felt land was.

omg i’m mentioned by killypool in a post……. my dreams have been achieved ������

ANIMAL’S PEOPLE     /     ACCEPTING  —  @chnceuse

❛ i’d say that went well, don’t you think ? ❜  aside from the fact that he was missing something ── yeah, something which included important limbs. no matter how careful he was being ( which wasn’t careful at all, who is he lying to ? ) inconveniences as drastic as this always had to happen. all in a day’s work of killing bad guys. what a fulfilling life he lives.  ❛ coulda been worse. ❜  like how if he didn’t have her, he’d literally be dragging his ass back home. now that would’ve been a sorry sight. ( how did he ever survive before she showed up ? ). he spares her a glance, white eyes of his mask trained upon her for a second as words of gratitude are on the tip of his tongue.  ❛ i knew i could count on you. is it possible that lucky superpower of yours is rubbing off on me ? because i think i just hit the jackpot with you. ❜