1. Taking a hot shower and thinking about yours
2. Writing yours a letter of apology
3. Fixing themself a midnight snack
4. Cooking/Baking yours a surprise treat
5. Staring out the window at the rain
6. Interacting with a family member: yours walks in
7.Farting angrily to let off steam
8. Watching a scary movie: alone or with yours
9. Taking a walk in a nearby park
10. Snuggled under the covers listening to sounds out the window
I decided to do do one of these because
☉ : One fact about the muses past
☂ : One fact about the muses future
☽ : The muses secret fear
♕ : The muses secret fantasy (nsfw or not)
♣ : Muses favourite book/s
✄ : Muses favourite colour and why
Θ : Muses dreams for the future
☐ : If the muse could change anything from their past, what would it be?
∑ : Muses idol, if they have one.
≠ : If they met their idol, what would the muses reaction be?
☀ : A person of influence in the muses past
☪ : Something the muse dislikes about themselves
♘ : Something the muse likes about themselves
1) Post a selfie?
2) What got you into roleplaying?
3) First roleplay?
4) How long have you been roleplaying?
5) What’s one of your favorite puns?
6) What’s your favorite hobby?
7) What do you want to be when you grow up?
8) Last book you read?
9) Last movie you watched?
10) Last TV show you watched?
11) Last game you played?
12) Favorite thing about yourself?
13) Favorite holiday?
14) Favorite quote?
15) Favorite OC?
16) Favorite character to roleplay?
17) If you were an animal, what would you be?
18) Favorite food?
19) Favorite color?
20) Do you cosplay?
All I want in a boyfriend is someone who won’t touch me or talk to me, but who periodically checks in to see if I’m okay and brings me food whenever I ask.
A waiter. I just realized I’m looking for a waiter.
The blonde boy received the book back from Makoto and tucked it under his arm. He also turned back to the girl and pushed the red head aside after he helped her to her feet. Before she could react, the boy had seized her arm again and, with a sickening ‘pop’ snapped it back into place. He took off up the stairs then paused and turned to Makoto.
“Thanks.” He grunted, then disappeared behind the corner.
The girl had not gotten the chance to answer Makoto, and, after her arm was un-dislocated, whipped her head back in the sudden surge of pain it brought. As she did, her entire head of black hair came loose and fell into Makoto’s hands.
“Oh. Oops,” her voice suddenly dropped a few octaves, “ I’m Mori, Ami. Nice to meet you!”
The shove didn’t bother him; Makoto was more that used to that kind of treatment. Years and years of bullying did that to him. But if that didn’t make him cringe, then the boy relocating the girl’s shoulder did. Makoto paled when he heard the sickening crack.
Patiently, he waited for the girl to get to her feet again, expecting a rather over-the-top response. And then that happened.
The wig landed in his hands and his brain froze. Wait…what? Not that he had a problem with wigs, but then the girl (?) spoke octaves lower and his eyes bulged in alarm.
“Uh…hi.” He started off, disoriented, “Nice to meet you, M-Mori-san…I’m Makoto…Fujioka…uh…” He glanced down at the wig and then at Kaede, bewildered. “Are you a…crossdresser…?”
Ami’s eyebrows jumped into his wet bangs and he threw his head back laughing.
“Haha! Aw man, your face!! you hah Ahee-youch! Wha wazzat for?!”
Kaede had flicked him in the forehead: right in the middle. She faced him down, with her nose nearly touching his
“All things considered, it was a perfectly valid question. So quit laughing an answer it, hm?”
He stepped back and rubbed his forehead, pouting, “Geez. No, not normally,” he brightened, turning to Makoto, “Why, are you?”
(Sorry this is so late :P)
Send me a “❤” and I’ll generate a number (angst version):
9. My muse must abandon yours, to protect them. This is how my muse says goodbye.
Tsukasa pat the girl, who was barely a woman, on the head.The time had come. Too long, she had stayed here. Staying here any longer would only bring more of Lumen’s attention to her and those around her.
She was dangerous and no one, especially the kid, deserved to be in constant danger.
“I’ve got something for you,” She said quietly before shrugging her leather jacket off. She draped it around the youngster’s shoulders. “Keep it, okay?” She smiled grimly. “It’s yours now.”
((Yes! I’m going to say she’s ten or so, does that work?))
Kaede stared up at her teacher, her good eye filling with tears.The jacket was too big for her by a long shot, but slipped her arms in anyway and hugged it to her tightly. This was it? Three years was all she got with her big sister? Her sensei?
She squinted her tears out violently and wiped her eye with her blue black knuckles. Embarrassing.
“Thank you, sensei.” She bowed out of habit then straightened, stuck out her chest and… her lip quivered-no no don’t- she spread her feet apart and clutched her hands into tight fists. It was all she could do to keep from bursting into the soggy mess Tsukasa had found her in three years prior. Even so, she was failing. Her lower lip started to bleed from how hard she clamped on to it.
“I…” deep breaths hold it together “I wish you didn’t have to go, Tomiko-Sensei.”
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So this happened on Brazilian TV.
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when the teacher asks you to answer the question because you weren’t paying attention but you know the answer
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