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Kiss meme!

Send in ❤️ to kiss my muse! Bonus if you specify where/how!

Or send in 💕 for my muse to kiss yours!

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He stands as unmoving as the statue before him. There is nothing remarkable about this goat save for its behavior. The way it does not chew. The way it does not pace about excitedly. The way an ominous air seems to follow it like a breathing shadow. He stands before the statue, his gaze like fire with no effect against solid lifeless stone. Yet all the same, he drops a severed head from where its thin hair is grasped between dark lips. A gift- presented from one evil to another. - Alu to Medea

For just a moment, the statue’s visage flickered-and within that instant the statue was gone, a woman in its place. She looked down at the severed head with polite curiosity. Stepping down from the low podium she’d been set on, Medea put a hand to her chin, inspecting the trophy. She hummed quietly, the way one might at an art gallery, as she traced a hand down the inside of the neck, feeling how clean the cut had been. Carrying it such a distance had worsened that cleanliness, but she appreciated efficiency when she saw it.

Standing, she finally smiled. “What you’ve done here-it’s bold. Striking, really. Simple, but I like it. A simple red swath on an already blackened canvas. Don’t think I don’t recognize that face, twisted in horror it may be. A master at work; I can tell.”

Pressing one finger to the forehead of the ‘artwork’, it disappeared in a flash of flame. “We may not be similar in our pantheons, my good friend, but by the gods are we similar in tastes.” A mischievous smile came upon her. “Any time you need a bit of inspiration, remember me, would you? It would be my pleasure to work with you again.”

An exaggerated bow, and she disappeared, gone into the mists. It was only then that Alu felt a surge of a new sort of strength, a token of Medea’s gratitude. After all:

No self respecting patron of the arts forgets to support-or in this case, empower-an artist.

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Intent

When one casts a spell, it is paramount that you absolutely, completely want to do it. That is one of the first things I was taught, when I began studying magic. Anything less is dangerous, or a waste of energy.

And personally, I don’t have much energy to begin with. So I’d rather not waste any.

Magic can be volatile. It can and will surprise you. But it can also be measured. Understood. Catalogued. My mentor once said ‘Even the madness of the Feywild is not unlimited: even that can be understood, with enough time.’

But people don’t behave like a good Fire Bolt spell. They don’t have a gesture, a word, a material, that can cause them to behave in the way that you want. No matter how badly you want it, other people are always going to do what they want, they will always defy your expectations.

This also applies to oneself.

I studied magic, at first, to protect others and myself. I wanted to be an Abjurer, battling back monstrous creatures and acting as an arcane bastion against evil.

But now?

Now I sleep with a dagger under my pillow, I hardly recognize my own visage in the mirror, and buried just beneath the surface of my skin is a form that is entirely monstrous. I’ve practically given up Abjuration magic, only using it to desperately guard against attacks. My spellbook is not a shield to protect with, no, not anymore. It is now a weapon, a blade brandished desperately against the world.

I used to want to be a hero. All I want now is to survive.

The only way I could hope to leave the everlasting night of Barovia would be to kill its lord. And so, I found a group of adventurers in similar circumstances, who also wanted to escape. I’ve seen them triumph, I’ve seen them look death in the face and draw their blades. I’ve seen them be chosen by the heroes of old, to finish the work that they were unable to.

And all the while, I am at the sidelines. Watching. Waiting for my time in the spotlight. Hoping that I can make a difference, as they have.

As of yet, I’m still waiting.

When it comes to magic, the personality of the caster is shown through their spells. A caster that is calm and collected will display magic that acts predictably, coordinatedly. A caster that hates their own magic will have spells that lash out dramatically, only to die quietly.

And a caster with something to prove?

Well... I believe I am about to feel that firsthand.

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relation meme

send a symbol for a relation type you want our muses to have

👪 parental figure

👼 guardian

🤗 siblings

🤝 friends

💲 friends with benefits

😈 toxic friends

👨‍🏫 mentor / disciple

❤️ mutual love (shipping/romance)

💔 one-sided love (unrequited love)

💓 crush

🖤 previous ex (spouse or partner)

💜 toxic love

💪 rivals

🗡️ enemies

😐 indifferent

📜 Master / slave

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Get to know my character

Reblog this so your followers can spam your ask box. Have fun! ♥

01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded? 02. What is one of your character’s biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it easily or can others easily exploit this weakness? 03. What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves? 04. What are their favorite traits about their lover? (one psychological and one physical) 05. Are they sexually confident or more of the shy type? 06. Do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying? 07. Is there a catchphrase or sound that they tend to make a lot (likely without being aware of it)? 08. What is, perhaps, their biggest flaw? Are they aware of this or oblivious to it? 09. Do they have a favorite season? What about a favorite holiday? 10. Is your character more feminine or masculine? 11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage? 12. Is there some particular talent, skill, or attribute that they simply could not give up? 13. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker? 14. Do they live alone or with family? How do they feel about their family/roommates? 15. Is there a certain person in this world that they cannot stand? The very mention of this person’s name makes them tremble with anger or fear. 16. Is your character the athletic type or more of a couch potato? What are some sports/games that they like? 17. Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children? 18. What kind of home would they want to live in? Where would they place this abode? 19. Would your character be the kind to get into fights? (physical or verbal) Would they be a good fighter or cave in rather easily? 20. Does your character like animals? What are some of their favorite animals? Would they want pets? What about mythological creatures? 21. What is one of your character’s biggest fears? How would they react when dealing with this fear? 22. What kind of tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, freckles, and other such unique physical features do they have? 23. What is your character like when it comes to school? What subjects are they good/bad at? Do they get in trouble a lot or are well behaved? 24. In their own words, how would your character describe what their lover is like? 25. Is there something traumatic from your character’s past that greatly affects them even to this day? 26. What is their lover like sexually? How do they feel about their lover’s quirks, needs, etc? 27. If your character was going to get arrested, what would be the most likely reason for it? 28. If your character became a celebrity, what would they be famous for? 29. What is one of the most courageous things your character has ever done for a loved one? 30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like? 31. Would your character be the kind capable of killing? Would they enjoy killing or only use it when necessary or, perhaps, refuse to kill no matter what? 32. If your character’s lover offered to take them out on a dream date, what would they want to do? 33. If your character wanted to be alone, where would they go? 34. Does your character have favorite foods? (breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, etc) 35. Is your character afraid of death? If they got to choose how to die, how would they want to go? 36. Does your character have any medical conditions? Are they serious or minor? Do they affect their day to day life? 37. What are some of your character’s pet peeves? What are some things that annoy them or disgust them? 38. What kind of weather does your character like? Cloudy skies, rainy days, sunshine, etc? 39. When people look at your character, is there some assumption they might make about them just by appearance? Is that assumption correct? 40. Does your OC have any guilty pleasures they enjoy? Hobbies, past times, music, etc that they wouldn’t want known by others? 41. Does your character’s family affect your character in any way? 42. Is there anything in your character’s past that they regret, haunts them, or they wish they could change? 43. Does your character have a switch that changes aspects of their personality whether they are around friends, family, etc. Is there someone who gets to see their true self? 44. Is there a particular event that would emotionally devastate your character? 45. Is your character the kind to hide their true emotions or do they wear their heart on their sleeve?

46. What is some random affectionate thing that your character always does to their lover? 47. Is your character outgoing? Would they be the leader of the friend group, or the quiet one that gets dragged along? 48. Is there anything in particular that would ignite your character’s jealousy? Or does your character not get envious? 49. What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood? 50. If your character confessed love to their crush, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc, what would they say?

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A Formal Request

(Short writing piece featuring my Warforged Artificer, Fidget, and my Drow Cleric, Scadia. Had a piece of dialogue stuck in my head and so this happened.)

“Scadia. May I have a word?”

“Sure. Here, or in private?”

I looked away for a moment, not meeting her eyes. She was sitting near a bonfire, at the semi-permanent camp our adventuring party had constructed. Since we’d be doing business in this region for some time, it seemed like the most efficient decision. One of our other members looked at me curiously before I responded.

“In private. Please.”

She nodded, and we walked to the edge of the camp. It was getting late, but the moonlight was bright enough to see by. She took a deep breath, taking in the cool night air. It took me a moment to find my voice again.

“We’ve been traveling together for quite some time. I’ve learned a lot from journeying with you and your party.”

She nodded, leaning back against a tree.

“However... I must ask you to do something.” I said.

She turned to look at me, asking “What would that be?”

“I... need you to do or say something very cruel to me. At your earliest convenience.”

The silence was almost unbearable. Her eyes, two garnets reflecting the moonlight, narrowed on me. “What?”

“It isn’t that I don’t appreciate you as a companion,” I began, words spilling forth now, “your input is always welcome and your effectiveness is unquestionable. But, I find I can hardly focus recently.”

There was a beat of silence. “How would me insulting you solve that?”

“Well, I...” Words failed me for a moment, and I could see in her expression that my request had insulted her. “I cannot stop thinking of you! When I’m resting, or traveling, or even when I am working! I fear that the quality of my work is going to deteriorate if I do not fix this soon. In our work, carelessness can kill.”

Without thinking, I had taken a small metal cube from my satchel, turning a dial on one side. As the silence stretched on, I unconsciously removed one of the panels of the cube and replaced it with glass. Scadia did not look away from me, but I could not meet her eyes.

“You want me to hurt your feelings, so that you won’t be distracted by thinking about me?”

“That is... one way of putting it.”

“Fidget, are you trying to tell me something?”

I froze, slowly looking up at her. “What do you mean?”

“This is beginning to sound a lot like a confession.”

The trinket in my hands clicked, whirring to life. Light began to shine out from the glass panel, and for the first time since we’d left the bonfire I could see her clearly. Her beautiful white hair, against the grey of her soft skin. Her eyes holding my attention and not letting go. Still not quite thinking clearly, I muttered “A... confession?”

She slowly nodded. Those dark red eyes were no longer narrowed in suspicion, they were filled with compassion. The same compassion that convinced me to join her group in the first place. “You’ve never felt this way before, have you?”

I shook my head, wishing I could retract inwards. “It’s... maddening. I can hardly tell whether or not I’m malfunctioning or overworked or if I’ve been around you all too long, but... I was taught a long time ago that these sorts of feelings were unnecessary.”

“Whoever told you that was a horrid liar.” She said, placing a hand over mine. This covered the trinket I’d just made, dimming the light. Her hands were warmer than I expected. “What you’re feeling is one of the most necessary feelings in the world.”

“But I can’t afford to hurt you or someone else by constantly dwelling on these feelings!” I said, almost pulling away from her touch. Just that was enough to make something deep within my core flutter. My mind was more conflicted than ever: on one hand, I wanted these feelings to stop, so that I could return to working to the best of my ability.

On the other hand, I had never felt more elated to just be in another’s presence.

I could not articulate those thoughts then, it was all I could do to look up to Scadia and wait for her to take the initiative.

“Do you want me to hold you?”

I had never been held before. “Please.” Was all I could manage to say.

And in a moment, I was in her embrace. I couldn’t stop testing and changing the device in my hands, but she did not try to take it from me. Eventually, I put it away in my bag, and slowly returned the hug. Sounds came unbidden from me, almost sounding like sobs, though I knew that I could not cry. She guided my face towards the crook of her neck, and I lost myself in her warmth.

In that moment, I felt more content and comfortable than I ever had before.

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touch prompts

with love

with relief

with happiness

with a promise

with an apology

to say goodnight

to say good morning

to protect

for comfort

for luck 

for encouragement

on a scar 

on a falling tear

on a bruise

after a tough day

after a nightmare

after an argument

because you are dying

because i am dying

in a moment of worry

in a moment of anger

in a moment of annoyance

in a moment of sadness

to say hello

to say goodbye

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You’re right and you should say it

Boone, slightly leaning out of the giant dinosaur he keeps watch in: hey

Courier, looking around wildly: ???

Boone: up here

Courier, raising their face to the sky: god????

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FIRST FIVE ASKS GET A KISS

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BREAK MY CHARACTER’S HEART WITH ONE ASK BOX MESSAGE

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Courier every single time they wake up in a strange place with a head injury, missing an organ, or wearing a bomb collar:

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What's your JoJo name?

Mine is Joniyl.

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WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S OBSCURE TROPE?

Tagged by: @maximuses

Tagging: @fantasmalforces (Xi), @maximuses (Tomo), and anyone who wants to!

Juniper Casales’ character trope is: Dumbass Has a Point

“you're the dumb character actually makes a valid point on something. you have like 0 functioning brain cells. you've no idea what's going on at any given point. but you like to think that you'd survive in a zombie apocalypse out of sheer dumb luck. you think your friends don't listen to you as much as they should. you just need to believe in yourself a little more.”

I mean that kinda fits, June’s just along for the ride half the time-

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20 asks for OC writers.

Some of these can also be used for canon muses.

When did you create your muse?

Where did you find inspiration for your muse?

Tell us something about the world/universe in which your muse lives.

What’s your favourite headcanon about your muse?

What’s something only very few people know about your muse?

Are there parts of your muse that resemble parts of yourself?

How many face claims do you have or have you had for your muse?

How did you choose the name for your muse? 

If your muse could be a canon character in any fandom, which fandom would you choose?

Do you ship your muse with any canon characters? 

Do you ship your muse with any other original characters?

Share a song that matches with your muse!

If your muse were the main character in a movie/book/show/game/…, what would it be called? What would it be about?

Do you have any NPCs for your muse’s world or story? If yes, can you tell us something about them?

Share a random headcanon about your muse!

Is your muse religious? 

What is something about your muse’s background story that you’ve always wanted to have a thread about?

Give us one thing from your muse’s wishlist that you really want to write in a thread!

List some of your muse’s favourites! (eg. food, movie, book, song, drink, place, celeb, etc.)

This or that according to your muse: morning or evening? Marvel or DC? Mayonnaise or ketchup? Books or movies? Red or blue? Black or white? Halloween or Christmas? 

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terrible pick up lines  ( sfw )   {Sentence Starters}

“Hey, I have money.“

“How was heaven when you left it?”

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

“Want a raisin? No? Well, how about a date?”

“Are you Siri? Because you autocomplete me!”

“Do you have a name? Or can I call you mine?”

“I think you’re suffering from a lack of vitamin me.”

“You’re like a candy bar: half sweet and half nuts.“

“You must be Wifi, ‘cause I’m feeling a connection.“

“Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?”

“If you were a Transformer, you’d be Optimus Fine!“

“Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?”

“Date me if I’m wrong, but isn’t your name Gertrude?“

“Are you a 45-degree angle? Because you’re a cutie!”

“You’re so beautiful that you made me forget my line.“

“You’re so sweet, you’d put Hershey’s out of business!”

“Are your parents bakers? Because you’re a cutie pie!”

“If you were a vegetable, you would be a cute-cumber!” 

“Are you a time traveler? Because I see you in my future!”

“I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?“

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘I’ and ‘U’ together.“

“Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.”

“Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes for the genie?“

“Did you invent the airplane? Because you seem Wright for me!“

“Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.“

“I hope you know CPR, because you are taking my breath away!“

“I may not be a photographer, but I can totally picture us together.”

“Well, I must be in a museum, because you truly are a work of art.“

“Do you have a map? Because I just keep getting lost in your eyes!”

“Aside from being drop-dead gorgeous, what do you do for a living?“

“You must be from Tennessee! Because you are the only TEN I see!“

“Is your name Google? Because you’re everything I’m searching for.”

“Do you have a Band-Aid? ‘Cause I scraped my knee falling for you.“

“Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk past you again?“

“How much does a polar bear weigh? Enough to break the ice… Hi, I’m ____.”

“There is something wrong with my cell phone. It doesn’t have your number in it.“

“Can you touch my hand? I want to tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel.“

“Charmanders are red, mudkips are blue, if you were a Pokemon, I’d choose you.“

“Can I take a picture of you so I can show Santa Claus what I want for Christmas?”

“You know, you might be asked to leave soon. You’re making the other girls look bad!“

“If I had to rate you from 1-10, I would rate you as a 9 because I am the 1 that you are missing.”

“You look so familiar… didn’t we take a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.“

“Where have I seen you before? Oh yeah, I remember now. It was in the dictionary next to the word GORGEOUS!”

“I was so enchanted by your beauty that I ran into that wall over there. I am going to need your name and number for insurance purposes.“

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Sparring/Training Sentence Starters

Requested by Anonymous

“Come on, then! Hit me!”

“Your stance is all wrong.”

“Am I doing this right?”

“I feel like I’ve been chewed up, spat out, and run over repeatedly.”

“Get down and give me 20!”

“How many miles/kilometers are we running?!”

“Hey! Watch where you’re swinging that!” 

“Nice punch! Now do it again!” 

“You won’t hurt me, I promise.” 

“My grip feels off…” 

“Have you ever used a(n) __ before?” 

“I don’t want to hurt you…” 

“I think I’m going to feel that tomorrow.” 

“If you can lift me up, then you can lift these weights just fine.” 

“On a scale of one to ten, how much did that hurt?”

“Here, you put your feet like this…” 

“Relax. I’m trying to help.” 

“Can you teach me how to __?”

“God, we stink.” 

“Are you doing okay?” 

“Are you alright?” 

“If I do fifteen push-ups, can I be done for the day?” 

“Come on! Another round!” 

“You can win this time!”

“Work your angle a little more and you got it perfect!” 

“What are you doing up at this hour?” 

“Where did you get that bruise?” 

“Hey, no, stop. You’re going to break your fingers punching like that.”