#ridehercrop

nope. aoko’s trapped now and forever

Subject 009 ~ Rider

(Continued from here)

Rider’s complaints were silently noted in the back of the Doll’s mind, she was aware that some individuals wanted more than just the act of ‘Mana Transfusion’, they wanted mood and setting, as well as chemistry. She couldn’t give Medb a smile, such things were lost on Angelica a long time ago, however a dance was something within the Doll’s capabilities. And with a slight shift in her expression Medb could’ve interpreted for a private sigh, Angelica silently agreed to remove the remainder of her clothing more, slowly…

With more graceful movements Angelica began stripping down more, stripper-like. With the aid of the nearby stereo for mood music she was surprisingly good for someone who’d only ever observed such an art form having never attempted it herself, yet here & now she was merely following orders, the Doll herself didn’t understand the objective or reasoning behind performing in such a way, and for another woman no less.

She’d begun by swaying gently to the rhythm of the music, her head gently bobbing along yet her gaze never leaving the Queen’s as she slowly pulls another string of her corset jacket. Honestly to Angelica this was a waste of time, but it was important to keep the participants of the Project content that she wouldn’t be wasting their valuable time, so the Doll would cater to their whips & qualms, and there was no reason she couldn’t use this time with the Queen efficiently either before they got down to her pleasures, with Angelica’s own business agenda.

Still dancing she twirls round with her back to the Rider, turning to her side she thrusts out one arm toward them gently throwing the discarded corset at them, obscuring her sight just long enough so when she’d removed the waistcoat her view the first sight she’d see would be of Angelica bending over facing them, a full view of the V of her cleavage briefly before she rises back up with the music.

“No, I will not help you in your attempts to seduce any of of allies. I will not use my magic on them, I will not put anything in their food, and I most certainly will not make a love potion for you to use.”

the hella sweet munday meme (Accepting!)

⚌ Who inspires you?

Don’t take this as a cop-out–but the people I rp with. I’m slowly getting energy and courage to expand out to others, and in the meantime, seeing different kinds of threads with each chara’s diff issues/thoughts/etc come up and be reflected through writing is really interesting sometimes. Plus I want to continue improving my writing, which I feel has wavered a lot in quality in the time I haven’t been on here much.

Medb is a needy servant. If not treated with at least 10 affection a day she will get it herself

⚔   Altera stood up quickly to follow Medb, grabbing her wrist to turn her around and then throwing both tanned hands against the wall on either side of her to crack the stone, cornering her against the wall. 

Altera was the controlling type, the hypocritical type who would claim that Medb was free to go at any time... but only if Altera allowed it. 

The King of the Huns spoke no words, but her cold expression made her confused and irritated feelings clear --- Where do you think you’re going?

          ❝ ...? I would have refused, if you had tried such a thing. Though I may SUBMIT myself to a Master, I refuse to relinquish my dignity or compromise my morals. ❞

With one smooth motion, Brynhildr swung a leg over the side of her galloping horse and jumped off, the horse continuing in a trot before stopping to walk beside her as the Valkyrie approached the guarded castle doors. Her spear was fastened to her back. 

Stopping a few feet from the guards, she offered with a smile, her language thick with accent, “Where is your queen? Queen Medb. I am an old friend, and I am here for a visit.”