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â--And thatâs when I knew it was probably not a smart idea to have put the crow in the microwave. Man, you think you know how bad burning feathers smells, but man, youâve got no clue just how fuckinâ bad it can actually get when the entire house smells like it. Took like a fuckinâ month before it finally went away, but if ya open up that microwave you can still kinda smell it--â
At the gruff command to âshut upâ, the words interrupting his story, Lucas frowned. âHey, fuck you, I wasnât done yet, see? I figured youâd be the kinda guy that wouldâa enjoyed a good story but excu-u-se me fer assuminâ yer jusâ a boring piece oâ shit now, right? Betcha anyone oâ these fuckers âround here wouldâa loved to hear âbout the crow incident, like-- like that guy! HEY!â He calls out to a random pedestrian. âYOU WANNA HEAR âBOUT WHAT BURNINâ BIRD FEATHERS SMELL LIKE? âCUZ THIS SORRY SACK OF FUCK DONâT THINK ITâS TOO INTERESTINâ!.... H-HEY. WHERE ARE YA GOINâ?! FUCK YOU, COME BACK HERE!â
[ placement ] your muse telling mine to sit down .
âAinât ya gonna at least pull out the chair fer me?â
The look on her face answered his question. No, no she wasnât.
While he was never keen on following orders, she was holding that damn fancy lighter of hers which made him blanch. Might as well make a damn show of it. Sighing, he grabbed the chair, spinning it around to straddle it before sitting, resting his chin on the backrest and giving her a lazy grin. âHappy?â
⼠   NON - SEXUAL  ACTS  OF  DOMINANCE .Â
feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .  ( add  â reverse â  to your message if youâd like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my museâs reaction to  âŚ
[ lit ]Â your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine .Â
[ order ] Â your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .
[ guide ] Â your muse putting a hand on mineâs back to lead them .
[ pay ]Â your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )
[ open ]Â your muse opening a door for mine .
[ dry ] Â your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc .Â
[ instruct ]Â your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do .Â
[ groom ]Â your muse adjusting mineâs appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc .Â
[ direct ]Â your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .
[ disagree ] your muse sternly telling mine  â no â .
[ rest ]Â your muse resting their arm over mineâs shoulder / s .
[ clean ] Â your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mineâs cheek , forehead , etc . Â feel free to specify what and how .Â
[ answer ]Â your muse answering a question meant for mine .Â
[ coat ] Â your muse holds mineâs coat out for them while they put it on .
[ pilot ]Â your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them .Â
[ stare ] Â your muse staring mine down .Â
[ placement ]Â your muse telling mine to sit down .
[ teach ] Â your muse taking control of mineâs hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly . Â
[ patience ]Â your muse telling mine to be patient .
[ tears ] Â your muse wiping away mineâs tears .
[ swat ]  your muse swatting mineâs hand away from something theyâre not supposed to touch . Â
[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings .Â
[ enough ]Â your muse commanding mine to stop talking .Â
[ retrieve ] Â your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .
[ invite ]Â your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .
[ lean ] Â your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while theyâre sitting or laying together .Â
[ calm ]  your muse telling mine to  â just breathe â .
[ scold ] Â your muse scolding mine for something .
[ comfort ] Â your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .
[ approval ] Â your muse complimenting mine on a choice theyâve made .
[ beckon ]Â your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking .Â
[ laces ]Â your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .
[ stay ]Â your muse telling mine to stay in the car .Â
[ defend ] Â your muse defending mineâs reputation , dignity , or safety for them .Â
[ feed ] Â your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .
[ volume ] Â your muse demanding mine speak louder .
[ read ] Â your muse reading something to mine .
[ refill ] Â your muse refilling mineâs glass for them .Â
[ possessive ] Â your muse resting their hand on mineâs leg or the small of their back while theyâre sitting beside each other .Â
How I feel with every RP
RP partner: (writes fantastic starter with intricate dialog and plot settings)
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randorecruitrampage:
Itâs been a very long few days.
Originally, this was just going to be a checkup. Go out, get some tissue samples if possible, make sure things havenât gotten too out of hand and return to base with the results. Make a good packet of cash, help the company refine the mold so itâs less wanton murder and more applicable mind control. Two hours, tops. Of course, itâs hard to predict a bunch of crazy fucking rednecks, so two hours wasnât exactly an accurate estimate.
Oscar had his phone and guns taken, along with all of his equipment and some of his clothes. Better to just take the whole vest instead of leaving it on him and taking everything out, or something like that. Whatever. Heâd slogged through the house for what felt like a week, slowly gathering his things back in seemingly random spots around the plantation and stilt house. Tossed all over with no regard for its condition like everything else in this place.
Thankfully he got the phone back. Even more thankfully, he got his drones back, as well as his link to the outside world. Apparently Lucas wasnât around when his things were taken, because the satcom was still in one piece, too. Small victories.
Heâd relayed the situation to his employers, who had instructed him that there was a new objective. Get Lucas, get him alive, get paid triple. With bonuses. What self-respecting entrepreneur says no to an offer like that? Now, of course, he just had to find the greasy motherfucker.
Thereâs probably a way out of the salt mines other than the main entrance, but thereâs no way Lucas is already finished with the intel in the server banks unless he just torched it and ran. Not his style, and apparently there was now a ransom demand. The job is amended. Same bonus, dead or alive.
Dead would probably be easier.
Oscar gently pushes the door open, leading with his shotgun as he slowly enters the hallway. Normally heâd send his electronic eyes ahead, but if Lucas saw an RC drone zipping around heâd definitely just book it. As it is, heâs just going to make his way forward, watching for lights and listening hard.
There wasnât a whole lot of time, he knew that. First things first: Get his shit together. Grabbing the laptop, he cracked it in half over his knee. If the Connections were tracing him through it, they wouldnât be able to anymore. That, and any information they wanted from it would be gone. If they wanted information, they were gonna have to get it from him. Photographic memory served him well in these cases; he wasnât a fucking genius for nothing.
Dumping the broken laptop on the floor, he moved on to the next order or business. Body âdisposalâ. Grabbed one of the poor saps by the legs, he dragged it over to a chem storage closet, cramming the guy inside before loosely closing it. Same treatment went for the rest of the bodies. Cupboards. Ceiling tiles. Wherever he could fit them. The Molding process on the corpses would be done much sooner than later. Any noise in the room when they were done would set them off into attack.
As for the final touch; the one left over would be set as bait, propped up in a desk chair with his spare keycard held loosely in itâs hands as a display. If he was seriously being followed, the fucker would need that keycard to get to him.
Sighing, Lucas took out his phone. 4:27 am. Prep in the room took him five minutes, this fucker the Connections sent out for whatever âassetâ they needed would be here soon. Time to take his leave.
Poking his head out, he quietly left the room, entering into the hallway and closing the door behind him with barely an audible click. He headed down, giving careful glances over his shoulder as he did so, before swiping his card on the keypad and ducking down into the loading docks, the only back exit out of this shithole.Â
scrigginisms:
He turned, crossing his arms. He could see the look on Lucasâs face, and he knew he had him on his side.
âSomeâo the dimmer ones call me âMartyr.â I died fightinâ that big olâbitch Condy. Sliced her face open with my knife and showed the whole world that even gods bleed. Anyway, Iâve got separate rooms down here. Had some construction crew come in a fiddle with the place, so you got everything ya need. Tools, table, supplies, you name it. Everything on the shelf marked âsparesâ is yours. Wires, nutsânâbolts, whatever. Premium stuff too.â
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a pre-counted and banded wad of cash.
âI need shit that does everything. Flashbangs, smoke grenades, shrapnel bombs, nailbombs, C4, I need an arsenal. And Iâm taking a big risk here. This is a secret. I canât let anyone know about this or else my ass is a fancy purse.â
He offered the thick stack of bills.
âThis is $350. You take it, you work for me. Youâll get $350 every week plus a nice $500 bonus when you finish with the list of shit I left in your room. You donât like authority, right? Letâs call it a truce for now. You in?â
Heâs already walking over to the shelves, inspecting supplies, tugging down boxes just enough that he could peek inside, rummaging through materials, before roughly shoving them back and starting to pilfer through the chemical storage underneath.
âThereâs... enough. Fer what ya need anyways. Might have to go out an get some more if ya want back-ups jusâ in case ya got sun in yer eyes.â He sniggered, before standing up, stretching his back. âYa, I think I can handle it. Gimme like. Two weeks? Three tops. If ya want an arsenal, itâs gonna take some fuckinâ time.â
At the sight of money heâs reaching out, swiping it and thumbing through the bills. Well, itâs enough to get him through a month-- âWait, this amount every week!?â That was a surprise. Back home when he still had that crappy job, heâd be lucky to rake in a hundred bucks ever three weeks.Â
Idly pocketing it, he gave the area a one last look-over before turning to Steve, grinning at the otherâs fucked up face. âIâd normally call you a fuckinâ idiot fer trustinâ me with a bunch of explosives, but since yer beinâ so generous, I think Iâll take ya up on that lilâ truce oâ yers.â
âIâm in.â

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"At least you're... Slightly different from the typical Saw/The Hills Have Eyes murder hillbilly family. The mold is just that nice garnish to top it off, y'know?"
scrigginisms:
âStatistically speaking if I keep sales as high as they are, by Valentineâs day I can afford to stock whatever top-tier shit the bars in sector 5 stock.â
Heâs ignoring the free swipe at his alcohol. The door led to the back of the warehouse where some other random guards and workers alike were inspecting crates of body armor and booze. Seems like something suspicious was being cooked up here. Steve stepped in front of a hatch on the floor, bending down to conceal a pin-pad from Lucasâs prying eyes, and typing in a code to unlock the handle.
âI dunno if you heard, but the entirety of sector three thinks Iâm the most badass motherfucker around.â
Wasnât entirely true, but anyone who knew what really happened kept their mouth shut. Steve gave up his life to show the city that even normal people like him could deal with demi-gods. Underneath his jacket were two nasty scars that were fresh and still sore. Lowering himself into the hatch, he glanced up at Lucas.
âYou tell anyone this exists, and shit that you will regret will go down. And not by my hands. Iâve made powerful enemies, Luke, and I need to up the ante on what Iâm packing.â
He dropped down and flicked on a light switch, to which floodlights illuminated shelf after shelf of crates. Some were old, some were new, and some of the shelves were bare.
âI need you to start making explosives for me. Iâll pay handsomely.â
Lucas was only the beginning.
âYou leadinâ me down to yer sex dungeon or somethinâ? The fuckâs with all this security, ya got someone tryna escape from it?â Itâs just a very hard thing for him to resist constant jabs. If one hangs around him enough, theyâre gonna have to learn to just ignore it.Â
He taps his foot idly while Steve unlocks the door, looking around, observant. How did this fuckinâ âgator prick even manage to hire all these lugheads? Just a big fuckinâ mystery, apparently.
âYeah, yer the big bad sewer âgator, right? Went from a Duchessâ pet to the king oâ the underground... wassit, these tunnels made from fuckinâ catacombs or somethinâ? Wouldnât surprise me if this hell city had those.â No, he hadnât heard the rumours, but he was never one to idle on gossip.
The real prize was at the end of the stupidly long hallway. As the lights lit up the shelves, so did his expression.
Oh, yeah. He could definitely work with this.
âIâm assuminâ ya got the supplies to even make said âsplodey bits âcuz like fuck if Iâm usinâ my own crap. And, Steve. Buddy. Ya said no questions, but considerinâ weâre beinâ all buddy-buddy here, Iâm gonna go out on a limb and assume yer gonna be needinâ more than jusâ to trip a hall with. Say, bringâin down a fullscale âscraper or somethinâ? Maybe more?â
scrigginisms:
The first thing Lucas would notice is that security has really been ramped up. Two guards on either side of the bar are armed with shotguns and are wearing heavy padding. They snap out of their daze and point their weapons at the stranger, before Steve pipes up from under the counter.
âNot the person that I was expecting, but you know your way around explosions. Follow me, and donât ask questions or you wonât get paid.â
He gestures for Lucas to follow him, and motions for the guards to relax. He disappears behind a door into the back of the warehouse.
Lucas just snaps up his chance to give the guards a shit-eating smirk followed by a mock salute before plodding off after Steve, eyeballing the counter where the hard liquors are.
âM-a-a-n, you actually got customers if yer sellinâ these shit brands? Step-up yer game, buddy.â A petty lie, he just wants free booze if Steveâs willing to throw it out for the sake of âqualityâ.
He stays pretty quiet otherwise, jamming his hands into his pockets as he follows.
okay i lost lucasâ muse for a little bit but im gonna wrangle this skinny fucker back in if it kills me, so if i owe you a response, please give that teensy lil heart a tap, or else the threads are gonna get dropped cuuuuuzzzzz i cant remember shit of what i did the past month
@scrigginisms
The door to the bar swings open with a bang, the force of it sending it ricocheting off the wall and swinging back closed, hitting him in the face.
A curse, a mumble, and finally heâs on his feet again, leaning against the door frame with a lazy grin.
âYou called?â

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â... Okay so I was busy takinâ a huge shit.â
âNo one can blame me for whatever happened in wherever it happened.â
sagacitydriven:
âPeople. Yes, thatâs the current conflict. A different kind of conflict. Though Maxwell may very well be considered the most difficult.â
âMaxwell... Maxwell.... Oh!â
âThat guy! With the ballsack chin? Dude, I totally tried to fuckinâ rob him! He looked like a pansy and it pissed me off!â