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SEND ME A ★ FOR MY MUSE'S REACTION TO YOURS PICKING THEM UP AND THROWING THEM OVER THEIR SHOULDER

Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine, I'll reply with what mine does.

"Depends on if the poor sod is able to get back up."

"Do a handstand."

big spoon/little spoon: Jack spoons Bri, because Bri likes to feel submissive every now and then.

favorite non-sexual activity: Sparring, maybe a little too much.

who uses all the hot water: Jack, she likes to shower off the shame.

most trivial thing they fight over: Who ate whose what. 

who does most of the cleaning: No one…

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: Bri, Jack could careless about that shit.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: No one, instead they break down the bastard’s door and threaten them. 

who steals the blankets: Jack.

who leaves their stuff around: Jack.

who remembers to buy the milk: Bri, Jack’s incompetent. 

who remembers anniversaries: Doubtful Jack would.

who cooks normally?: Bri, hopefully it’s not poisonous. 

how often do they fight?: Every single hour of the flipping day.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Be happy for once.

nicknames for each other?: Jack calls Bri “Fuckface.”

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Bri.

who steals the covers at night?: JACK.

what would they get each other for gifts?: …STUFF, FROM ADULT PLACES. THEY’RE ADULTS.

who kissed who first?: Bri kissed Jack, who was really not expecting that.

who made the first move?: Bri. 

who remembers things?:

who started the relationship?: Bri

who cusses more?: Maybe Jack, she just.. filthy mouth.

"Are you fucking serious  right now?”

Jack whipped her head to look back at Bri. They were at the Teltin  Facility  on  Pragia where she was contained and tormented throughout  her  childhood   by   Operative Cerberus Scientists and Guards. Her cell was a small room and she saw  her  bed, desk and the window…

                                                                                     …The window

Our muses' are drunk and making bad decisions leave a ❋ in my askbox for our muses' to share a stupid, drunken kiss

         Bri just sneered at Jack, a visible line of liquid trailing from her lips and down her chin as Jack viciously yanked her head back away from the bottle to drink. Jack hated her stupid fucking smile, that smile that haunted her and played little miss. badass, encouraging her to kill without a reason. The heavily tattooed Convict had to admit, this psycho bitch gave her warm feelings in her guts. Maybe it was the alcohol talking that made Jack do this, maybe not. She just knew at this very moment Bri had to pay for all her taunting. Strutting around teasing Jack, dammit. It wasn’t fair, Jack could have lusted after anyone but it had to be her.

With her fingers still in Bri’s hair Jack leaned in, eyes kept open as she hovered her lips over the Commander’s, inhaling as she hissed. 

"One, two, Jackie’s coming for you."