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Ask my muse “Have you ever ___” questions!

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Rather Cliche RP memes!                                                       

send 💗 for our muses to have to pretend to be in a relationship

send 🏩 for out muses to have to share a bed

send 🙊 for out muses to meet up in secret

send 💏 for our muses to kiss in order to hide their faces from somebody

send 🍹 to confess something to my muse while drunk (specify what is being confessed)

send 🍺 to kiss my muse while drunk

send 💁 for our muses to be stuck in a small space together

send 💃 for your muse to teach mine how to dance (or any other activity that involves a lot of touching)

send ® to catch my muse in a state of undress

send 🍂 for your muse to fall on top of mine

send 💬 for our muses to play truth or dare together

send 🍶 for our muses to play spin the bottle together

send 💌 for my muse to receive a secret admirer letter from yours

send 📖 for my muse to find a diary entry yours has written about them (specify what it says)

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Send a symbol for a headcanon!                                                        

☂ – what does your muse like to do on a rainy day?

☃ – what does your muse like to do on a snowy day?

☀ – what does your muse like to do on a sunny day?

⚭ – does you muse have any contradicting opinions/views? If so, then what are they?

⚰ – has your muse ever had a near-death experience?

⛸ – what sort of hobbies does your muse have? If they do, then do they have a preference for any particular one?

⛾ – does your muse prefer coffee or tea? Perhaps both, or neither?

☘ – how lucky is your muse? Do they believe in luck as a concept, or think it’s a bunch of hooey?

☠ – has your muse ever killed anyone? Has it been in cold blood or self-defense? Both?

♟ – has your muse ever used someone to gain something, whether it’s been power/material possessions/political control/etc?

☤ – what’s your muse’s health like? Do they keep up with it, or has it degraded over time?

☐ – does your muse feel incomplete? Do they feel whole? Why do they feel whichever way?

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Amelie followed the male into his villa, a loud sigh being heard from her. The blonde looked around the room, her teeth coming to gnaw on the inside of her cheek at the state of the villa. “Did you now?” She questioned, her face scrunching up. “Yeah, seems like we’re going to have to come up with some sort of system, then.” The french woman commented, eyes finding their way back to the male. “I love tea.”

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“Believe it or not I did clean the place recently…” Felix said as he led the French princess through the front door of his villa. Things were more or less in their proper places throughout the space, though there were still several books and papers scattered here and there. “If you’re the tidy sort, well…I suppose we’ll have to come up with some sort of system.” Truth was, as untidy as it may have looked, Felix knew where everything was and had things put in various places for various reasons. “But that can wait. What can’t wait is tea.” Felix declared, turning on his heels and making it a half step towards the kitchen before he froze and slowly turned back to the princess. “You…do like tea, don’t you?”

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"Nope." She popped the 'p', a smirk playing on her features as she leaned back in her chair. Her eyebrow quirked up at Jack as she took a piece of fruit and popped it in her mouth.

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dylanofblue

Looking up at his hand, he realized that what he was trying to show her was rather small and she probably couldn’t see a thing from that far away. At best it probably looked like a green speck. He pulled himself completely back on shore and got closer to her, holding it up to the light when he got close enough. “It’s seaglass, a pretty good sized one too. People find pieces almost all over the world, but I’ve never found one here before, so it’s kind of cool.” He saw people all around the world making jewelry and key chains out of pieces like this. What he had in his hand was some people’s way of making money for their families.

“Seaglass..?” The Frenchwoman questioned, head tilting to the side as she looked at the item that was in his hand. Her eyebrows furrowed as she continued to look at the green piece of supposed glass. “Is, is it really glass or is that just the name..?” she asked, lips pursing together.

Seaglass || OPEN

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jackatsea:

“You’re not?” Jack teased with a wink. “Because I’m pretty charming remember.” He hummed as he leaned forward and stole a piece of the royal’s fruit and popped it into his mouth.

Her nose scrunched up, head shaking. “Nope, don’t remember.” Amelie hummed, pulling her fruit towards her to stop him from taking anymore. 

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“Believe it or not, yes.” Amelie mumbled, lips pursing together. “Not all pirates are bad, and I’ve made some friends with a few of them.” The blonde admitted, shoulders shrugging. “Even if this island seems all big and bad, it really isn’t if you know where you’re looking.”

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niklas--johansson:

“Oh could you? Hmm… I don’t know if I believe you.” Nik teased. He knew she could, easily so, in fact, but frankly, the prince didn’t care. He was fine if they ended up in that situation again, he had had fun last time, and if she was willing, so was he. “What do I look like? Someone who plans out when they fuck? No. I’m a much bigger fan of spontaneity.” He responded, raising his eyebrows expectantly “Good. She’s Satan spawn, I swear. She believes to be deserving of the crown, yet every decision she makes is selfish and idiotic, and is clearly for her own gain, and not for the gain of the country. And that’s ignoring how pathetically oblivious she is to these actions.”

“Come on Nik, we all know it only takes a few simple touches to have you shut up.” She teased back, quirking an eyebrow at him. Amelie didn’t really know what she was getting herself into, but in that moment she truly didn’t care.  “Hey, you never fucking know. People enjoy having dick appointments, alright.” She laughed, bringing one of her hands up to run through her hair. “Damn, I thought I was the spawn of Satan!” Amelie tried to joke in an attempt to lighten up the mood. She nodded her head as she spoke, showing that she was indeed listening. “Did your parents not try and... train her to be the leader of the country? Because, mine did that with my brother and he doesn’t do half bad when it comes to political stuff involving France...”

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Amelie was feeling awfully nostalgic lately. Whether it was her remembering things from back in France, or things that had happened on the island, she was just... remembering everything. Even if it was as small as a smile that someone shared with her, or as big as her and Noah kissing atop of a roof top, she was thinking about everything.

She was walking around when she stopped in front of the canteen, a smile on her face. There were memories associated with here, too. Memories from her very first day on the island. Amelie felt a presence behind her, prompting her to turn and give the person a smile. “You know, on my very first day here, I managed to sneak into the warehouse... I was so different back then.”  She told them, a quiet laugh sounding from her.

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A frown made it’s way onto Amelie’s face when she noticed that the canteen was overly busy and full. She still got her food, which was her usual bowl of fruit, and let out a sigh as she saw that only one table had an available seat. She walked over and was about to ask before he had basically read her thoughts. “Oh, thanks! And, I’m definitely not intimidated...”

Jack was in his favorite place to be. The canteen chowing down on everything they had to offer that day. He was munching hard when he noticed someone in front of him. Nodding at the table he was sitting at that was all but empty except for himself he swallowed his bite. “You can take a seat. You don’t have to be intimidated by my incredibly handsome good looks.”

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rxgueprincess

Even if her two fingers were still bandaged together, with her wrist an ankle bandages off, Celestine felt less like a mummy at least. A small victory, but she’d take what she could, even if she still had scars left as a reminder, it was better then walking around with a banner over her head. Her strength was coming back to her slowly but surely, so of course the french princess found herself on the beach dancing on the sand like she had done so many times. God she’d missed the freedom it gave her. With the old battered cassette player she’d rescued after the storm playing quite music by her side as she spun in a pirouette; for a brief moment she felt content. Though she halted in her dance as she felt someone’s eyes on her, reluctantly stopped and blowing a puff of air from her cheeks as she uttered begrudgingly from being interrupted: “Did your parents never tell you it’s rude to stare?” Before glancing over at them to see who it was as she rolled her still taped shoulders. “Did you need something?”

Amelie had been looking for her sister, not having seen her in a while. And, truth be told, she was worried. She was on the search for her for a while, not exactly knowing her go to spots for where she got away. What caught her interest was the quiet sound of music playing on the beach, and it had her making her way towards it. A smile made its way onto her face when she saw Celia dancing on the beach, knowing that ballet was indeed one of her get aways.

“Did you know me to ever listen to mom and her lectures about etiquette?” She questioned, smile widening. “Is it too much to ask if i just want to see my favourite sister?”

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dylanofblue

They had a pool near the gym, and it was a nice one at that, but no pool could ever match the feeling he got while swimming in the ocean. The temperature was always right and the current felt great against his skin. Some may say swimming that far out would be dangerous, but he’d been on the sea his whole life. He knew the in and outs of the water.

Dylan had discovered a sand bar out a ways from the shore. He used it to fish sometimes, but he was just standing there to take a break from swimming. It was composed of finely grained sand, all except for one portion that struck him odd as he stepped on it. Picking it until, he saw that it was a piece of opaque green sea glass, it’s surface turned frosty from its tumultuous journey on the sea floor.Swimming back to shore, now a yard or so off the shore, he showed it to the first person he saw. “Look at the cool shit I just found!”

Amelie was trying to get herself relaxed from the events of the past few days. She had some... mental turmoil that had practically absorbed her whole being and made her stay away from everyone on the island. But, in an attempt to at least get some vitamin D, she found herself walking along the shoreline, the same shoreline that she had practically mapped out and could walk with her eyes closed.

What she wasn’t expecting was to hear someone call after her, eyebrows furrowing as she looked at the male who was only about a yard away from her. She tried to make out what he was showing her, but in truth all that she saw was a blob of green. “Oh, uh cool? It’d be even better if I knew what it is!” She called back, hands placed on her hips.

Seaglass || OPEN

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hailxkalakaua

Gabriel did not even need to say anything on that first one; either because Amelie figured out what he meant by that, as she wound her arms over her chest, or that she proved his point without even the need for him to point it out and she realized it all too soon. “Oh, doing nothing.” He nodded, smirking at her. “Just don’t do what I’d do.” He teased.

“Oh pray tell, what would you do, huh?” She realized in that moment that she didn’t know his name, but he knew hers. Her arms fell to her side as an exasperated sigh left her mouth. “How about this, before we both get to complaining to the higher ups about this situation, why don’t we at least try to get to know each other?”

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niklas--johansson

“Why don’t you make me?” The prince challenged with a wink, laughing softly, after. He wasn’t sure what he was getting into by agreeing with her, and allowing her to lay her problems on him, but he sorely hoped it wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass. “Talk as much as you need, darling. It’s not as though I have important plans to get to or anything. Considering the situation.” He reasoned, motioning to the island surrounding them. “Ah! Siblings who are undeserving of the crown? That’s a topic I know a lot about. Have you met my sister? If not, you’re incredibly lucky.”

Amelie laughed, head shaking. “We all know I could make you shut up but it’s a matter on if i really want to,” she hummed, a smile appearing on her face. It would probably be good to get everything off of her chest, and she knew it was something that she was needing to do. “Hey, for all I know, you’ve got a booty call starting in the next hour.” The blonde teased, looking over at him with a grin on her face. “Your sister... I don’t think I’ve ever met her.” 

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An aggrivated huff left her mouth, arms moving from her hips to cross over her chest. “I’m not proving my po-” Amelie cut herself off, lips pursing tigether as she made the decision to not even bother with the whole “I can stand” situation. Her eyebrows furrowed as a look of confusion crossed her face, “Stop doing what?” She questioned, head shaking lightly.