chloe writes on his forehead: SLUT
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"I can't argue with that but I am also your slut so I'd say we both win here."
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chloe writes on his forehead: SLUT
Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse's body. ) | Accepting
"I can't argue with that but I am also your slut so I'd say we both win here."

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@omensdread sent: ā Oh, I was just wondering. ā
Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā āIt's nice,Ā isn't it?Ā Ā āĀ Ā Madonna asks with a slow-forming smile drawing at the corners of her wine-red mouth.Ā Her hands,Ā glimmering with stone rings and silver,Ā move through the heavy weight of her hairĀ āflouncing it,Ā so she might smell the bruised violets infused with the locks,Ā smoke and myrrh.Ā Upturned nose breathes in the musky fragrance,Ā before she sighs,Ā reaches into her carpet bagĀ āa glass vial is procured,Ā filled with a thick amber,Ā dried petals,Ā among other things.Ā She reveals it to Zehra.Ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā It's a scalp oil.Ā All good things.Ā Wanna try?Ā Ā ā
sable leaned casually against the dimly lit bar, her violet-gray eyes studying the man before her with an unsettling calm. chibs, his face as scarred as his reputation, sat across from her in silence, his gaze unwavering but unreadable. she smirked, twirling one of the rings on her fingers as if contemplating the quiet between them. āyou know,ā she drawled, her voice smooth with a hint of amusement, āmost men would be begging for my attention by now. but here you are, silent as a ghost. tell me, love, is that the charm, or is it just the way you play things?ā she tilted her head, her lips curling into a knowing smile, eyes still locked onto his.
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Ā š¢š¦šØš šš§Ā š§šØšš¬, š¢š§š¬š©šššš¢š§š Ā šš”šĀ šš±š©šØš¬ššĀ šš«šš.Ā it'sĀ prettyĀ clearĀ hisĀ bodyĀ isĀ coveredĀ inĀ intricateĀ designs, andĀ she'sĀ moreĀ thanĀ happyĀ toĀ incorporateĀ herĀ ownĀ work.Ā āiĀ thinkĀ it'llĀ lookĀ great.āĀ sheĀ responds,Ā offeringĀ aĀ smileĀ beforeĀ carefullyĀ reachingĀ outĀ forĀ theĀ paperĀ withĀ hisĀ design. Ā sheĀ snapsĀ aĀ pictureĀ andĀ beginsĀ workingĀ onĀ herĀ ipad.Ā sheĀ cleansĀ upĀ theĀ linesĀ slightlyĀ whileĀ payingĀ carefulĀ attention,Ā assuringĀ sheĀ keepsĀ theĀ integrityĀ ofĀ hisĀ art.
Ā finishingĀ off,Ā sheĀ slipsĀ onĀ aĀ pairĀ ofĀ blackĀ gloves.Ā diggingĀ herĀ feetĀ intoĀ theĀ floor,Ā sheĀ wheelsĀ herĀ chairĀ closer.Ā āi'mĀ justĀ goingĀ toĀ prepĀ theĀ area, Ā thenĀ we'llĀ haveĀ aĀ lookĀ atĀ theĀ designĀ beforeĀ iĀ finishĀ theĀ stencilĀ andĀ makeĀ sureĀ it'sĀ whatĀ youĀ want.ā Ā sheĀ says,Ā herĀ voiceĀ steadyĀ andĀ reassuring,Ā evenĀ thoughĀ he'sĀ clearlyĀ usedĀ toĀ theĀ processĀ ofĀ tattooing,Ā she'llĀ alwaysĀ verbalizeĀ herĀ actionsĀ beforehand.Ā sheĀ reachesĀ forĀ aĀ razorĀ andĀ carefullyĀ shavesĀ awayĀ anyĀ hair,Ā thenĀ cleansesĀ theĀ area, Ā takingĀ herĀ timeĀ toĀ assureĀ anyĀ potentialĀ bacteriaĀ orĀ oilsĀ areĀ removed.
Ā slippingĀ theĀ glovesĀ off,Ā sheĀ movesĀ backĀ toĀ herĀ tableĀ again,Ā thisĀ timeĀ holdingĀ theĀ tabletĀ inĀ frontĀ ofĀ him.Ā āiĀ cleanedĀ itĀ upĀ justĀ aĀ littleĀ bit,Ā butĀ IĀ needĀ yourĀ approvalĀ beforeĀ weĀ goĀ further,Ā ofĀ course.ā
rina leaned against the worn brick wall of the alley, Ā the dim light casting shadows over her sharp features as she waited. Ā she knew adam would show up, Ā even if he wasnāt one for punctuality. Ā when he finally appeared, Ā his figure outlined by the fading city lights, Ā she pushed off the wall Ā & Ā met his gaze with a quiet smirk. Ā ātook you long enough, Ā ā she said, Ā her voice laced with amusement, Ā but there was an understanding beneath it. Ā both of them had seen the kind of chaos that only war could breed, Ā & Ā she could sense it in himāa fellow soldier, Ā a gun for hire, Ā carrying the weight of their shared past. Ā āĀ you looking for a job, Ā or just here for the company? either way, Ā iāll take what i can get.ā her words were a mix of professionalism Ā & Ā the hint of camaraderie ā two people who understood the game Ā & Ā knew how to play it without asking too many questions.Ā
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wipe that look off your face . / bucky
Brow furrows at the words the other gave, not entirely sure why he needed to correct how he was looking. In Andrei's opinion it was just his default expression. It wasn't friendly, that much he knew, and he didn't want it to be. Andrei wasn't here to be friends, even if he only really knew the older Romanian and his brother. So with arms crossed as he sits back, he looks the other over with the same expression before with added furrowed brows. "Why?" He questions. "This is just my face." A partial lie, he was capable of relaxing his features but only when he felt himself comfortable around those he trusted. And despite knowing the one in front of him and his brother who was off somewhere else in the building, he didn't trust everyone. "I don't see a reason why I have to appear friendly. You don't." He was unmoving, stubborn as he often was. "Besides, I don't like being here. My brother asked me so I am here. That is all." He wasn't here to make friends, he never was.
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ā 42ļ¹ sender barges into receiverās home unannounced . / dan
Familiar, faint blue specks of dawn barely touching the edges of the sky speckled her view from the window. Simultaneously, a coffee cup warmed her hands, a relatively small comfort against the unrest that never quite left her. The house was silent except for the soft creak of the floorboards. Then, a sudden SLAM of the door shattered said fragile calm. She practically jumped in her seat, heart tightening. Strange. For a split second, her mind raced. Was it Suhara? Her father figure? After all, he was (more often than not) the man who often appeared in her darkest hours bearing heavy burdens no one else dared speak aloudā¦because isnāt that always how the late-night/early-morning news comes? Cold, unwanted, dragging heavy shadows in its wake.
She set down the coffee with a deliberate calm, though her pulse still hummed in her ears. Rising, she moved toward the door, wary but steady. āWhoās there?ā Her voice was firm, but threaded with that quiet edge of hope and dread. It was the same kind that waits for bad news but clings to the possibility that it is something else. When the figure stepped into the dim light, recognition softened the tension. āWell,ā she said, a trace of wry amusement curling her lips, āyou certainly know how to make an entrance.ā She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. āTonight was supposed to be quiet. No one here. So, tell me, what brings you crashing through my door like a tiger leaping out of the dark? And why now? Couldnāt it have waited until I the sun was fully awake?ā
@omensdread sent Spica ā Sender brushes a leaf from Receiverās shoulder. / frank
there's the barest of flinches at frank's unexpected touch. mel's not noticed the leaf that's settled itself on her shoulder. she supposes she shouldn't be surprised, not with the trees that stand so tall overhead as they sit in the park. her lips twitch upwards, fingers flexing around the soda can in her hands, there's a soft crinkling sound of aluminium bending under her touch.
"thank you." her eyes assess the leaf that frank's just brushed away, flitting down to join the countless others on the ground and the ones that are sure to follow. there's a small congregation of er staff in the park tonight, celebrating the end of another long day. it's not often that mel joins the festivities, but something has drawn her out tonight. "do you have anything else planned for night or are you heading home to the kids?"