// It’s been a while.
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Ive made a new blog.If you want to know what it is , please send me an ask or a message
Ive made a new blog.If you want to know what it is , please send me an ask or a message
If I do archive this one. What should I name my next one?
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Should I come back?
Should I come back?
I dont think I ever Role played with them nor did I talk to them, but its still sad to see someone go. I know I cant really speak on their behalf, or even speak much about the subject. But I know they will be missed. @willfulwayfollower We will miss you.
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Send me ♕ to bump into my muse at a masquerade ball
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“Hey…”
“Hey, yourself.”
He places the full shot glass in front of the other. “ Drink?”
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Send "💎" for our muses to be in an arranged marriage.
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Send "💎" for our muses to be in an arranged marriage.
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"Moan"
Send me “Moan” and I’ll generate a number! // @axelflamey
Thirteen: Your muse gets a lap dance from mine
He had done this hundreds of times…. Maybe even a thousand times. All for different men and the occasional woman who came to request him. Who came to watch him. It all started the same. He’d do a dance, he’d get a private request. It was like clockwork. Very, profitable clock work. He smiled. Do a little dance take some poor saps money. Bam. He was good for the week or so. He gave a small wave at the bouncer protecting the door as the larger male opened it, letting the blonde inside. Private shows were always guarded. No one ever wanted the merchandise to get scratched… And if there was ever a chance of it they were always there to make sure whoever did it paid..His silk robe was partially opened the top pooled at his elbows as he walked in, revealing his practical nakedness underneath the thin fabric. He walked over to the stereo system fiddling with it until it began to play a low deep bass’d song. “ I was told your name is Axel.” He looked over his shoulder at the other sitting down in the designated chair. “ It fits.” he admitted with a smirk after giving the other a quick once over.
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Axel clenched his jaw, and shook his head. The urge to touch the blond was nearly enough to drive him insane, but he had caught word of not being allowed to touch. “N-no… Not that… I… I never been to a club like this before… I didn’t know people with your… Occupation… Would do it to another man…”
A gasp left him when the blond rolled his hips, desire bubbling in his stomach now. Yet those slender fingers moved under his beanie and pushed it off, Axel’s eyes opened wide and he snatched it out of the air.
Immediately, he pulled the beanie on again, pulling it over his eyes as a whine escaped him. ‘God, I’ve been so stupid! I don’t want him to like me because I’m an idol! I knew this was a bad idea!’ The redhead thought to himself, hiding in his hat.
Roxas’ eyes went wide as the other pulled back at his cap, covering not only his red hair but his eyes as well. The blond thought it was weird, why would someone hide such a gorgeous color?And whine about it? He cocked his head to the side as he looked at Axel. “ People of my occupation?” A light laugh left the blond’s lips. “ It’s okay to call me what I am.” He said moving to push up the hat so the other could see him.. “ Exotic dancer..... Stripper...” He offered up the names to the other. “ I have no shame in this.... No..” He smiled grabbing one of the redheads hands, guiding it down his naked chest. “ No, the real shame would be to keep this body a secret... Wouldn't you agree?”
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When you really really want to answer an Rp but you can’t find the right words and you are answering other RPs faster than the speed of light and you are sure the other RPer thinks you are being a douchebag but in reality you are just like
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Send me ☔ for our muses to meet in the rain // @axelflamey
It was one of those days where although it was raining, the sun refused to go away. Shining through the clouds as the rain poured from them. He liked days like these. Where the atmosphere and the air felt surreal . He looked up through his clear umbrella, one that he specially bought for days like these. So he could see the world above him and watch as the rain fell. He was pulled in, his gaze watching the rain hit the top of the umbrella. Not even noticing the figure on his path in front of him.
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Unable to hold them back, Axel started to cry. Tears rolled down his cheek as he grabbed the blond’s arm and pulled him into a hug. “It’s real… You… You’re alive…” He whispered softly.
Axel drew away a bit, placing a hand on the blond’s cheek, a smile on his face. And while still dazed with disbelief, the redhead muttered softly: “Come on, Rox… Let’s go to my Shrine. I’ll explain everything.”
It was awkward for the blond. Normally he was a hugger without a doubt, but this. He pushed away from the other male shaking his head. This was weird. “ Look, I’m sorry but, I don’t know what you’re talking about. And I don’t want to go anywhere with you. I don’t know you.” He stepped back, and in doing so left the stranger out of the protection of his umbrella. “ I’m sorry.” He apologized before starting to walk away, not really feeling comfortable with the crazy stranger.
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It has been a month since Axel had purchased the boy which he was certain of it was a child created by his brother. Things had been calm in his temple. Occasionally, he would make a vulcano beneath the sea errupt, or a dormant one on land, secluded from people, spew smoke and ashes, yet not errupt.
But it wasn’t enough. And even if he didn’t want to use his power in front of the blond, he had to. And not doing so, backfired on him.
He had been alone, luckilly, when he lost control over the fire in his arm. It hurted so much, the heat he could usually handle intensifying by a thousand degrees. It took long. Too long for his body to handle. And when the volcano that errupted far away, calmed down, he collapsed.
When he woke up, the blond was bandaging his arm. Axel tried to pull it back, averting his gaze while clenching his jaw. “W-what are you doing, Roxas?”
“You’ve been injured, Master.” He simply stated as he carefully touched Axel’s arm. His grip barely strong enough to keep him there. “ I found you in your previous state,only moments ago. My last Master made sure I knew aid. So if the occasion ever arrived I would be able to patch him up in a moments notice.” He was quiet for a moment, studying the redheads arm. “ Now I’m glad he did...”
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"Auction"
Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their (sex) slave // @axelflamey
His breath caught in his throat as he heard it. ‘’SOLD!” He now belonged to someone else. His old master was no longer his master… He would be under someone else…. literally. His gut squeezed at the feeling. His mind reeling at the thought of having someone different to serve… To please. Who would they be? Male? Female? Would they like him? Or would they throw him out as soon as they were done with him…. So many questions and every single one making him more and more nervous. He was quickly ushered off the stage. His eyes slowly adjusting from the bright lights that were on him. They were made so auctioneers could get a good glimpse of the merchandise, but the blond felt as if it shown through his soul. They moved quickly, the man guiding him putting him in a room with a number to hold on to. 13. What a lucky number….
When he was called, he was ushered once again to a new room. One that he could only expect would have his new master in it. His head was bowed until they had stopped and he was in front of someone. His hands fidgeting as he tried not to look up until he was allowed. The nerves in his stomach never going away.
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Axel kept staring the boy in the face, his own close enough their lips could touch if one took a misstep. “We will discuss it later. Want me to keep calling you Sun-boy? Or do you have a name?” He murmured.
The redhead then wrapped a cloth around his head, hiding his horns and bright red hair. “I will undo your shackles and take off your collar. But take one step away from my side, and I will bind you once more. Now hurry up. It is a long way to the shrine…”
The blond shook his head. This man... Demon... whatever he was.. Was disgracing the name of the Sun-God, by calling him such. Was this who his new Master was? Someone who showed to respect for the Gods? He tried not to cringe at the thought as he looked down. The new Masters had every right to call their slave anything they wanted. Why would he ask for his name? “ Roxas,” He spoke aloud. “ I was once called Roxas” But that was an old name that he clinged to . Way back before he was kidnapped and sold on the trade. His birth name he carried with him, while is old master called him 13. His fist clenched as he looked up, watching as his new master covered his head with a cloth. Most likely to hide the objects on his head. Horns.... Demon..... definitely a Demon.
He would have to choose his words carefully from now on. Only nodding to his Master and replying with ‘Yes Master’s and ‘Thank you’s. The blond was very relieved that the shackles were now removed. The cold metal no longer rubbing against his skin. “Yes Master”