Adhesion Contract;
n. a contract so imbalanced in favor of one party over the other that there is a strong implication it was not freely bargained.
ultraviolentdiamonds STILLDONTKNOWTHIS:
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

You smell the stink of pitch before you see the mess. You glare at the trail of ink as you follow it until it turns sharply and disappears behind the closed door of your bedroom. You’ve got a knife in your hand as you open the door, an it clatters to the floor from your grip as you catch sight of your uninvited guest in a mix of shock and fury.

Droog stares at you in amusement and something like apprehension. He’s wearing a pair of your pants (a feat of itself) with one of your shirts held between his hands like it offends him.

"Sure, just make yourself at home," you snap at him, turning on your heel as he opens his mouth. Whatever he was going to say fades behind you as you walk right the fuck back out again.

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

You don’t expect to find Scout when you return. You certainly don’t expect to see Scout standing in front of your mirror with one of your jackets on. It’s slightly too large for him and hangs all wrong, the colours are dark enough to look strange on him.

You think perhaps there’s something enchanting about him wearing your black as you sneak up on him. He catches sight of you over his shoulder and his smile is like a new dawn out of a dead night, warms your spirits and gives the air your breath life again.

His kiss is as sweet as anything else on this planet as you loop one of your garish green ties around his neck.

((Tries to reply to things

Sits like a useless lump instead))



I’m glad things went well.

I had you an’ Boss on the case.

I didn’t expect things t’ go any differently.


When you’ve got the time, we should have dinner.

You hadn’t been worried at all.

The tightness of your chest and the haze of fear was completely unrelated. Absolutely not at all derived from Scout’s hearing, the possibility that you’d have to take direct action, the chance that you’d lose him, somehow.

No, the sudden relief is completely unrelated to Scout.







((Oh my godddd I am full swoon.

Hi yes hello I’m crawdad and welcome to my blog

I am a huge nerd

don’t be scared of me))

((waving enthusiastically! hello hello~ I like your Scoffy))

((aaaa deep blush

thank u so much I like Shade a lot he;s an interesting character and I’m a litltle sad there’s been no real need for them to interact!))

((Okay, bed. I’ll do the last memes in my inbox later today after I return from early appointments.))





((Oh my godddd I am full swoon.

Hi yes hello I’m crawdad and welcome to my blog

I am a huge nerd

don’t be scared of me))



"We should try bakin’ something together one a these days, Scoff! That’d be fun, don’t you think?? I get the feelin’ that you never bake on your own, and we can make some lemon bars. Those are real simple. Not too many ingredients, and there’s a bunch of easy-to-follow recipes and stuff." 

The thought of baking together with Scoff is probably more exciting to you than the prospect of adventuring with him. At least with baking, there’s less of a chance that someone will die. Hm. You think you’ll be in charge of the lemon bars for the most part, on second thought.

"Sounds like it could be fun." You finish your muffin, flicking crumbs from your fingers before returning to your coffee. "Y’right, I don’t really bake. Or cook. That was probably evident when I tried t’cook grubloaf." You feel a little sick just remembering it, actually. Damn, was that a failure or what.

"But still, even if I manage t’fuck it up somehow, it’d still be fun. I’m sure you’ll be an excellent teacher."

nefariousbelladonna STILLDONTKNOWTHIS:
♞ : Scoff Caring for Bawd while ill

She’s shivering and drenched with sweat, and you are worried. Her fever refuses to break, no matter how many times you’ve wrestled her into a wrap of blankets despite her wheezing protests. Her fevered struggles pain you more than her ineffectual elbow to your nose ever could.

Your name is Peccant Scofflaw, and your moirail is very ill.

You stay awake while she sleeps fitfully, hold her through her feverish dreams. She gets enough to wake up pained and tired still, and she has to lean on you as you ferry her to the bathroom. She trembles and feels like fire under your hands as you wash her face, her hands. She leans against you all during the morning, too weak to do much beyond hold her toast and her glass.

You read to her until she falls asleep again in the afternoon, lay with her until she wakes, coughing hard enough to shake her entire body.

It’s a week of these sleepless nights and worrying days until she wakes in the morning, tired but bright eyed and no longer trembling. Your pleased, relieved laugh turns into a tearing wet cough moments later.

You bury your face in your hands and try not to hate narritive causality. 

nefariousbelladonna replied to your post:nefariousbelladonna replied to your post:Ah,…

Oh, good. That’s always a pleasure, hm?

Certainly a pleasant surprise.

nefariousbelladonna replied to your post:Ah, yes.

Good things?

Unexpected, but not unwelcome.

Ah, yes.

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing