Blab: Three secrets I’m keeping.
Mwah: Three people I’d like to kiss.
Similar: Three members of the same sex I find attractive.
Different: Three members of the opposite sex I find attractive
Pastime: Three hobbies I have that I would be embarrassed to know someone discovered.
Doing: Three habits that I have.
Psst: Three things that I’ve always wanted to tell you.
Shh: Three things I wouldn’t wan’t my parents to know
Dream: Three wishes I have.
Want: Three things I would do to you if we were alone.
Monthly Archives: September 2012
The next ♥ in my askbox gets me as their sex slave for two days, and two nights.
Put one, or a lot, in my Ask box please! <3
（・∀・）: Drunk texts
｡･ﾟﾟ･(>д<;)･ﾟﾟ･｡ : My character's last words to you as (s)he dies
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧ : Conversations between Mun and Muse about (fill in the blank)
(。・_・。) : A song that reminds me of the relationship between my character and yours
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : Mun's thoughts on muse
ಠ_ಠ : Muse's thoughts on mun
★~(◡‿◡✿) : A headcanon about (fill in the blank)
Also accepting any other questions.
I will be married for 3 days to the next three people in my askbox who say “Honey, I’m home”
No one will say anything.
I’ll have a feeling I’ll regret this.
i’m already regretting this.
((I bet nobody will do this! XDD worth a shot though))
come my lovelies
and fiesta
ole ole
Here’s Some Drabbles:
Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.
Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.
Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.
Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to
Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.
Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.
Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.
Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.
Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.
Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]
Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]
Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]
Love Questions
- Send me a ❦ for a headcanons on how things would work if my character and yours were dating
- Send me a ∞ for how I think my character would propose to yours
- Send me a ☠ for a headcanon on what would happen if our two characters were dating and broke up
- Send me a ✆ for a headcanon on what my muse would have your muse’s name in their phone
- Send me a ✯ for a headcanon on how our characters would end up falling asleep together
- Send me a ❀ if you ship our characters together
Kris couldn’t help the diffident shrug. “You know this whole area better than I, Harry. I was just feeling … a little closed in, if you understand, in there.” Was this being drunk? Where the world seemed a little more vibrant, the stars a little brighter, and the ground shifted slightly under one’s feet?
Kris made his steps slow and careful, and paid little heed to the words he was speaking, a little too close to Harry. “Let’s go somewhere we can be alone together.”
Harry tried to keep from a small snicker, letting it out as he turned back around. “Then alone it is..” He nodded, though not very accustomed to ‘aloneness’. He had thought of it bad to be alone, by oneself, being one to be surrounded by more than just one; strict or kind.
The prince tugged along on Kris’ shirt to pull him forward instead of drifting off to another path from him; still having the ale to linger in his mind. “Come roundly, Kris! Grounds are just almost near for you to tumble off..” He grinned, letting go as he jogged off to a vaster space. Trees were overgrown in the back, the grass green before. “This would be of a place that you would come to think?” Hal asked, glancing to him before sitting down and leaning back; his hands propping him up to look. “Sit down?” He asked, looking anywhere else.
“To think?” Kris tried to shake his head and discovered that made the ground shift a little more than he liked. He settled for folding down to sit right up next to Harry, liking the warmth of the other man. “I’d come here to /not/ think, I think. Did that even make sense? Is this being drunk? Cause I’m not sure I like it. I mean, I like you, but I’m not sure about the whole rest of thisssshit.”
Kris flopped backwards, bouncing his head off the grass, and squeezed his eyes shut. “Please tell me I did not just say that.”
For the love of God someone tell those two to stop because I CAN’T HANDLE THIS OKAY.
I GIVE UP
omg really
tom at a céilidh
i frickin love going to céilidhs but they suck when you get forced to do it at school
sTILL
DASHING WHITE SERGEANT IS MY FAVOURITE AND IF IT’S NOT YOUR FAVOURITE THEN YOU SUCK
“I wouldn’t want to take you away from your adoring people,” Kris grinned up at Harry. Shoving himself up from the seat, he dodged Francis. “But elsewhere, yes. My ears ring in here.” Following the Prince to the door, Kris added, “Where, then, now?”
“They are only few, the drunken minds are always so merry here.” He smiled lightly, waving a small goodbye to them all, most to be Poins and Falstaff and his men. The prince rubbed his arm from the warm sides of the tavern to the cold and darkening dirt town.
“Where then?” Hal raised a brow, turning to Kris as he spun around on the dirt road to look to him. “I know not. Where else? We have a more open space with the nature, if that suits better than a tavern.”
Kris couldn’t help the diffident shrug. “You know this whole area better than I, Harry. I was just feeling … a little closed in, if you understand, in there.” Was this being drunk? Where the world seemed a little more vibrant, the stars a little brighter, and the ground shifted slightly under one’s feet?
Kris made his steps slow and careful, and paid little heed to the words he was speaking, a little too close to Harry. “Let’s go somewhere we can be alone together.”
Lady Archer | @the-warrior-king
“Oh, well, I’ve leave to do as I like for so long as we remain here. Please don’t call me Lady Rainault, that’s my mother.” She fiddled with a lock of bright hair, that had come loose while she shot, while she talked. “I probably would not be allowed to dress up in armour and compete in the melee, though,” Summer laughed. “Father does have his limits. I thank you very much for your kind offer.”
Walking down to the targets, she began to tug the arrows loose, trying to preserve the heads if nothing else for later reuse. “I sometimes feel this castle is stifling, very closed in,” she said over her shoulder.
He looked at her and watched as she walked to the targets, and Henry followed her as he too collected the arrows, he turned to her at her last comment and a faint smile crossed his lips.
He had been known in his younger days to be a vagabond and be seen across the inns in London, but those times were now gone and changed and the only freedom he had was when he rode Pointers in the mornings.
“That’s when I come here,” Summer went on. She looked down at the arrows in her hands. “I can at least pretend to freedom here.” Most of them she could shoot again immediately. Good, because this conversation was starting to depress her. Striding back, kicking at her skirts as she went, she nearly snatched up the bow in her haste to turn her mind to different things.
With a quick gesture, she offered the bundle of arrows to Henry. “Will you shoot first?”