@pcplarstreet​   said   :   🔪🔪 CONFESSION MEME. ACCEPTING.

           “I face a lot of...loneliness, with Sal away.” Delores admits. Terrah has never been shy about her past escapades in churches. In libraries. And there is a strong likelihood that Delores would not know half the things she knew about sex ( REAL sex, not that extravagant, fictitious, and kinky sex written by repressed, greatly unsatisfied, authors ) if not from Terrah. Still, it’s not common for Delores to bring up sexual conversations first. “I haven’t had sex for three years now, Terrah. And while a conjugal visit could be arranged - I would rather not...” It seems so filthy. It IS filthy. Inmates are not given any sort of kingly treatment.

@pcplarstreet​ said:

[ Jacket ] [ 📲 • sms ] —— why did you stop texting me?

[ to: Fritz ] -- zamboni ran over my phone

[ to: Fritz ] -- had to get a new one 

[ sing ] — for JACKSON to sing to RORY.

Sinister. That was really the only way to truly describe the relationship between Rory and Jackson, and yet.. Somehow it was something that Rory could never really see, or perhaps he simply ignored it. Desperation? Loneliness.. Or perhaps his heart really was too blind to how evil men could really be. Rory’s heart fluttered when his phone lights up to tell him he had a new text from Jackson. It was always the same back and forth; ultimately meaningless. Had Rory ever let Warin read his phone.. Warin probably would have already gone out to give Jackson a beating of some kind. But that was not the case, and ultimately.. Rory hadn’t really told anyone about his relationship with the talented singer.

          [ Sing me a song? ]

A simple request, right? An easy task for someone as talented as Jackson, and Rory would be lying if he didn’t melt a little at being serenaded (he could play music, but he was no singer himself). And of course, Jackson obliges, why wouldn’t he? A siren always sings to keep their prey close by. Though it was a bit of a hassle. There was other shit he could be doing than regaling one of his throwaway lovers. 

SEND ME  🌻 AND I’LL TELL YOU WHATEVER I WANT TO

Status: Accepting

@pcplarstreet​​ said:   🌻🌻🌻 glad I made it back for the tea

🌻 I notice that whenever multitudes do give in and add POC muses, specifically Latina and black female muses, they tend to add them into these oversexualized roles where they’re always “bitches” who fit into the provocative trope whose whole purpose is to just be shipped with other people. Which, there’s nothing wrong with these provocative type muses...it’s just in situations like what I mentioned when you just have to side-eye the mun a little.

🌻 ALSO, there’s not many of them on the dash so no one really talks about this, BUT THE FETISHIZATION OF BLACK MEN IN THE RPC IS SO WEIRD. And no tea, no shade, no pink lemonade, but it’s mostly white muns and muses who want them to fit into this perfect, idk how to word it, where they’re this macho man for their muse and just oh so dangerous and always ready to cater to their muses. That’s why when I write muses like Wendell or Vincent I make sure you know that they’re toxic and are not trophy husbands for your muses to parade around like they own them!!

@pcplarstreet​ said:

[ Zevran ] you’re hot when you’re angry.

      and if that didn’t make her grow more tense --

        ❝ did the fool warden command you to say this ? ❞      arms crossed and as face burned , morrigan cast a furious glare upon the failed assassin .           ❝ the bard perhaps -- or maybe the qunari ? ❞

      but she was clutching desperately at ANYTHING to get the elf to stop staring at her in such a way , and though she was SURE it wasn’t quite working . . .