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sheiscostia:

justanormaldad-blog:

Sharing A Bed Starters 

•  "Did you have a nightmare?"


•  "I had a nightmare."


•  "There's plenty of room for the both of us."


•  "There is not enough room here for both of us."


•  "It's cold. We should try to conserve body heat."


•  "You're not even going to notice because you'll be asleep!"


•  "We've only got the one bed between the two of us."


•  "Quit stealing the covers."


•  "Quit kicking me."


•  "It's better than sleeping on the floor."


•  "It's either this or you sleep in the tub."


•  "Alright. Get up here."


•  "We're sleeping in the same bed, not together!"


•  "Please go to bed."


•  "Sleep is for the weak."


•  "Do you have any idea what time it is?"


•  "Dutch oven!"


•  "You sleep on top of the sheets."


•  "I'll sleep on top of the sheets."


•  "I'm scared. Can I sleep with you?"


•  "You're scared? You can come sleep with me, I guess."


•  "I have to sleep closer to the door."


•  "I can't sleep this close to the door."


•  "Stop getting up so early. You always wake me up."


•  "Stop staying up so late. I can never fall asleep."


•  "We can cuddle."


•  "Just don't try cuddling me or anything."

sandstained:

                                       a KING only bows
                                                 to his QUEEN

                                                        _{independent sangeda grounder ocs} 
                                                               ^{written by kai and hannah}

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selfindulge:

this is a blog that will not judge you based on your ability to be grammatically correct / fluent in the english language. meaning, if you’re having difficulty replying to a thread because of language barriers — i will be 100% empathetic. meaning, i won’t reblog posts critically bashing roleplayers based on their writing style, because i don’t know the struggles that each person goes through in regards to writing. meaning, i won’t nitpick little grammatical errors in your reply.

please don’t ever feel inferior because english is your second language or you have a disability that keeps you from formulating “the perfect sentence.” the fact that you’re trying is enough, and you don’t have to prove anything to anyone. 

( Queens )

            It’s a strange sensation, he hasn’t heard her voice for years, it sends shivers down his spine. The ( AIR ) that fills her voice has always been fresh and cool like the spring waters of Trigeda. It’s a mist across his memories, the feeling of her and yet it can’t be. SHE’S BEEN DEAD FOR YEARS. She’s been dead for years. He has to repeat it ( over and over and OVER ) in order to solidify it. Because it looks like it, it sounds like her, and his heart is tugging at the corners of it’s being for it to BE HER. As if the blood in his system had turned to lead and the ONLY WAY to reverse it was a kiss from a ghost of a time long past. His expression hardens. IT CAN’T BE HER. The desert is playing tricks on him… he’s gone soft. The sand is finding away and hanging a noose around his neck for him to want to STAY in one place and get devoured by the waves of sand ( the wind is picking up ). But he can’t ignore it. There’s a temperament to these lands, its dangerous to upset them. 

“ KEEPSIE. ” the name leaves his lips once more. A harsh breath taken in as the warrior shifts his stance, shoulders rolling back.  The LAND is not an enemy, though tonight it proved it can bite like one. The sun is still high in the sky, the heat around her feet causing waves to ripple across the sand. She’s aged. As if she hasn’t been dead — she looks WISER, stronger — things ( she’s always been ). A force to be reckoned with as far as he can remember. She looks about… HIS AGE ( when Bronx had been born ).  But yet…. the beauty hasn’t left her, her skin still lacks the heavy scars that cover his. “ It’s been a while. ” he’ll play with the desert. The land is his HOME it won’t harm him. Or so the legends say.

                   He changes his stance, just the little things really but she catches it, He doesn’t even think you’re real. It slips through her mind a couple times. He was always as stubborn as a mule, he didn’t look like he aged a day, maybe a couple dozen new scars but still him. In her imagination she could simply walk over to his side get on a hummer travel back to their sweet home to meet their little warrior, but this is not  her perfect little world, and he believes she’s dead.

                 “It has been, my love.” Stepping towards him she sighed. The jug of water that by now was lukewarm, sloshed with each step as she grew closer to him, she knew she didn’t look the same. It had been so long since she kissed her husbands sleeping lips and be exiled into the unforgiving land. “Queens…For just a moment please stop being so logical. Just be happy.”

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murphyhelps:

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_{( Queens )}

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            It’s not much one can miss when the land is ONE COLOR. The red and orange hues that fall over the desert are almost too familiar for comfort. And its a sort of hum that he hears that gathered his attention. QUEENS isn’t supposed to he scouting ( he isn’t allowed to often — not after he became king ). But he’d managed to sneak out now and was actively doing his best to AVOID ruining the rest of his people. He missed the long desert treks, and with no one bothering them for a while now it wasn’t like his expertise were needed back home. Which maybe is why he was letting himself believe that the heat was getting to him. Maybe ( THIS WAY ) he can finally get over the issue that’s been weight on his mind. But then the ( hallucination ) seems startled, as if it hasn’t expected to SEE HIM. And the king feels rather at odds, a hallucination shouldn’t have THOSE reactions at all. “ Keepsie ?”came the question, a strange one, Horse and broken like one would imagine the northern winds to be WIth how they crack all over the worlds and still not be a bother to those around them. “ I…” why of all things the world had chosen this to be it’s anchor he would never understand. Why show him this. Why show him HER. If it wasn’t even going to allow him to speak with her, “ Keepsie…”

                  The sand shifted dutifully under her weight. She could remember the last time he smiled at her, everything about it. Where they were, who was glaring at them. Keepsie could remember the last time her love held her and it helped. She traveled this way for the last couple months since her death. It was far enough away from their capitol, far enough away from him. She didn’t want to drag him into the web of lies and murder she had been thrust into,to keep him as safe as she possibly could. Now he’s standing in the land a couple yards in front of her, and seh doesn’t know what to think. Her ears aren’t used to hearing his voice, she dreams of it nightly but now hearing her name drift off his broken and horse voice breaks her heart just a little bit more.

              “Queens.” It drifts from her lips calmly followed by the small breath she had entrapped in her lungs after meeting his eyes. “Oh, Queens.”