(she won't...much)
She lifted her arm to hit his hand off her collar, and in the same movement pushed down on his shoulder to vault up and wrap her legs around his neck and with a twist of her body brought him to the ground with a thud. "But the bad things are nothing compared to what I can do to you." She smiled, resting her elbow on his blanket. "My life has been dedicated to destroying men who are far worse than a petty author." she leaned a little more weight on her elbow. "Now, I can castrate you in seven ways right now, and kill you in twenty-three. Ahh, look," she picked up his pencil from the floor. "That number has jumped by fourteen." She drew the pencil down his side. "Now...shall we have some fun?"
This was absolutely miserable for him. How she did that, he didn't know. How he could be harmed that many ways, he felt like she was exaggerating, but he didn't want to find out. All the while, he was in pain because of her elbow, but it wasn't awful. He honestly didn't know what to say now, except for a small "..no."
((This RP reminds me so much of what happened between Crowley and Lucifer in Supernatural season 11 and 12.))
This was absolutely miserable for him. How she did that, he didn't know. How he could be harmed that many ways, he felt like she was exaggerating, but he didn't want to find out. All the while, he was in pain because of her elbow, but it wasn't awful. He honestly didn't know what to say now, except for a small "..no."
((This RP reminds me so much of what happened between Crowley and Lucifer in Supernatural season 11 and 12.))
I haven't gotten that far yet ono)
"But wait," she tightened her legs around his neck, her voice silky smooth. "Did you give any one of your toys a choice in the matter?" A sound like a purr came from her throat as she twisted around and placed a hand on his face. "Oh, I can have so much fun with you..."
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"You know the saying 'the tables have turned'?
Well these tables have flipped, rolled and spontaneously combusted into potatoes." ~me
"That's not a riddle. That's a prophecy."
"Sounds like a riddle, is a riddle. Riddled with loops and whorls and only makes sense after someone dies." ~Turtle
I haven't gotten that far yet ono)
"But wait," she tightened her legs around his neck, her voice silky smooth. "Did you give any one of your toys a choice in the matter?" A sound like a purr came from her throat as she twisted around and placed a hand on his face. "Oh, I can have so much fun with you..."
((I didn't even know you were watching it xD it's not much of a spoiler dun worry.))
He looked disturbed, and a bit freaked out. He stayed silent, unsure of what to say. He didn't want to die, or have whatever she had in mind happen to him.
((I didn't even know you were watching it xD it's not much of a spoiler dun worry.))
He looked disturbed, and a bit freaked out. He stayed silent, unsure of what to say. He didn't want to die, or have whatever she had in mind happen to him.
She could feel his pulse speed up and purred again. "Oh, are you getting scared? Don't worry, I won't try to kill you with swords in a dark room...I like to see just where I cut." She held the pencil between two fingers and moved it slowly towards one of his eyes.
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Quotes:
"You know the saying 'the tables have turned'?
Well these tables have flipped, rolled and spontaneously combusted into potatoes." ~me
"That's not a riddle. That's a prophecy."
"Sounds like a riddle, is a riddle. Riddled with loops and whorls and only makes sense after someone dies." ~Turtle
She could feel his pulse speed up and purred again. "Oh, are you getting scared? Don't worry, I won't try to kill you with swords in a dark room...I like to see just where I cut." She held the pencil between two fingers and moved it slowly towards one of his eyes.
((I've grown quite fond of Mr. Author ;-; ))
"Hey- Hey! Don't poke my eye out, I need that!" He yelled, turning his head away, or at least trying.
((I've grown quite fond of Mr. Author ;-; ))
"Hey- Hey! Don't poke my eye out, I need that!" He yelled, turning his head away, or at least trying.
She continued moving the pencil forward, and upon contact she moved it side to side, tracing hies eyebrow.
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Quotes:
"You know the saying 'the tables have turned'?
Well these tables have flipped, rolled and spontaneously combusted into potatoes." ~me
"That's not a riddle. That's a prophecy."
"Sounds like a riddle, is a riddle. Riddled with loops and whorls and only makes sense after someone dies." ~Turtle
Wild sat, alone on her bed in the treehouse. "Ana isn't back yet......" she said.
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Wild sat, alone on her bed in the treehouse. "Ana isn't back yet......" she said.
(nope, she's busy terrorizing this man into submission)
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He looked confused, scared, angry, and a bit relieved, at the same time, somehow. "What the crap??"
"Do you want my hand to slip?" she asked, the sharp pencil tip coming dangerously close to his eyelid.
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FOR THE LOVE OF STARCLAN PLEASE PING ME ON DISCORD
I have the ADHD
I'll forget.
Quotes:
"You know the saying 'the tables have turned'?
Well these tables have flipped, rolled and spontaneously combusted into potatoes." ~me
"That's not a riddle. That's a prophecy."
"Sounds like a riddle, is a riddle. Riddled with loops and whorls and only makes sense after someone dies." ~Turtle
(nope, she's busy terrorizing this man into submission)
"Do you want my hand to slip?" she asked, the sharp pencil tip coming dangerously close to his eyelid.
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