"How Did You Get Those?" Meme

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The HOW DID YOU GET THOSE? Meme

> Post a description of your muse's most prominent scars/tattoos/etc
> Tag to other people, reacting to their marks
> Pick a prompt below if you're at a loss for why your muses are half nekkid around each other.



1. LOCKER ROOM. Or communal showers, or dressing room, or maybe just the aftermath of a really great party. You didn't mean for your eyes to wander while they were getting changed...

2. THE BEACH. Substitute "indoor pool" if you're in a particularly cold part of the world. Wow, that swimming costume really doesn't leave much to the imagination...

3. INJURY. Congratulations, you've got a new scar to add to the collection! And asking about the older ones is a perfectly legitimate tactic for keeping you distracted while they patch up the latest one...

4. EARLY MORNING. Or late night perhaps...either way, they're too sleepy to notice that those PJs aren't doing too much for public decency...

5. PRE-SEX. Sure, you'll get back to the business at hand in a minute, but right now you're curious...

6. THE MORNING AFTER. Wow, how dark was it in that bedroom? Or were you just really drunk? Either way, you'd swear half of those weren't there last night...

7. WILDCARD. None of the above, or all of the above, or maybe something else entirely. Fabric-eating bacteria ate their clothes? Acid rain?

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[boomsticking]

[It's more of a lake; oh Michigan, you so landlocked. He's just finished rubbing sunblock onto the back of her left leg when his palm spreads open over her flesh.]

Huh. Never told me how you got this one.

[detoxes]

[To be honest - she forgets it's even there most of the time.

She looks confused at first - then it registers.]

Oh uh. That.

[She moves the leg in question, tucks it in close.]

When that thing was attacking me. Grabbed me - left that to remember it by.

[boomsticking]

[Cue this expression.]

Weird. It looks like a burn mark.

[And he sneaks in a pinch to her ass, just 'cause.]

[detoxes]

That's because it is one, jerkface.

[She laughs a bit, wriggling from the pinch, and she swats at him playfully in return.]

I guess it was fresh outta Hell or something. When it touched me it was like - I put my hand on the stove or something. Just seared right into me.

[boomsticking]

Woah.

Wait a minute.

[He sits up, flexing ever-so-subtly as he balances on his metal hand.]

Yours actually burn people with their skin?

[He slaps her butt for that little pinch, because it's adorable and he likes the jiggle she's developed.]

[detoxes]

I guess so? Unless it was an extra-special big bad just for me.

[Yeah. She catches you flexing, Ashley. And she approves.]

Ow! [Squeak!] Quit it!

[boomsticking]

You got a giant demon that burns skin and I got a freaky tree? What kinda justice 's that?

[He yawns and lies down beside her.]

Why? Far as I can remember, you like it.

[detoxes]

It wasn't a giant demon - but yeah. Definitely burnt me. Now I'm scarred ugly for life.

[When he lies down, she stretches out on her back, most ready to take in some sun. Or - as much sun as her incredibly fair skin will stand before it burns.]

I do. Just not in public. People don't need to know my business. Sorta like a - your-knowledge-only kinda thing.

[boomsticking]

You said it was giant.

[Sunglasses on, face against forearms; he looks most pleased and yet quite fascinated by the sight of her like this.]

Babe, you make that noise when I hold your hand.

[detoxes]

You've seen how short I am, right? Right? Everything's giant in comparison. Especially scary demons that want to rip me apart.

[She snorts, folding her good arm beneath her head. She uses it as a pillow, propping her head up and making hereelf comfortable. Even though she's got her own pair of shades on, she's still squinting in the sun. Bright is something she never handles well.]

Babe, you have issues differentiating. [She laughs a bit. Okay - yeah - she makes a lot of noises. And they do sorta sound the same. But they mean different things okay. He should know this by now.

PS. She totally knows you're checking her out. It's the most modest bikini in the world. Quit it.]

[boomsticking]

You ain't that short.

[He considers this a totally reasonable response to her protests. He's sacked out on his side watching her,arms and legs akimbo like a kid.]

Do not. Same noise, same difference. Ain't like I'm porking you in public.

[He nose wrinkles at the very idea, the back of his hand deliberately running over her belly.]

[detoxes]

I'm pretty short. I've come to accept that now.

[She turns her head, giving him a grin as she looks at him.]

What - did you want to? It's not like anyone's really around.

[Mia tries so hard not to smirk. Her shades slipped down a bit, she peers at him over the frames.]

You have such a one-track mind.

[boomsticking]

Yeah.Makes you a pain in the ass to kiss, but it works out okay. Blowjob height.

[Boing goes the eyebrow.]

Yeah, I mean, if you want to, I'm...down.

And you love my one-track mind.

[detoxes]

[She laughs loudly, rolling onto her stomach. Her legs kick up into the air, and she rests her chin in her hand, peering over at him. Smirky smirk.]

No. Also - no. I just tolerate it.

[boomsticking]

[He gives her the world's manliest pout in response.

And mumbles something about her being a tease, too.]

[detoxes]

Say it louder. I dare you to.

[Yes, she's a tease. And she knows it. But part of her is just content laying out by the lake with him like this. Even though it's hot, there's a bit of a breeze. She folds her arms in front of her, leaning down to rest her chin on them, giving him a shy smile.]

[boomsticking]

Said you're a tease.

[And then he unfolds his metal fingers and deliberately slides them over to rest against her stomach.]

[detoxes]

Ashley! [She flails on the wooden planks of the dock and lets out a squeak, trying to squirm away from that metal hand of his.] Cold! Stop it.

[If anything, he's being the tease now. And it's mostly her fault. Oh well.]

Gah - jerk. [Swat swat swat.]

[boomsticking]

[The Ashley earns her a tap.]

Call me Ash.

It's ninety degrees; I'm sweattin' off my balls - you've gotta be roasting too.

[Hand no movey, in spite or perhaps because of her squirmy]

[detoxes]

[She keeps swatting at him.]

Ash. I said quit it. It's not that hot.

[She's just gonna lay there, frowning at him. Forever.]

[boomsticking]

[He wipes his forehead.]

Right, I'm just imagining the sun beating down on my ass.

[He stokes her belly just to prove a point.]

[detoxes]

Why don't you go in the water and cool off. Did you want me to help?

[Slight grin.]

You might rust though. If you're not careful.

[She's already moving to sit up. Best watch yourself.]

[boomsticking]

Maybe?

[Such subtle smirking is going on right now.]

The hand comes off, baby.

[detoxes]

[How quickly? Because she's practically tackling him and trying to push him over the edge of the dock and into the water.]

[boomsticking]

[She gets a very manly yelp in response.

Very. Manly.]