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(should I have done the thing? probably not

did I do the thing?

you’re gosh dang right I did) 

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🙋 + Flirting habits

     It’s come to the point where she doesn’t always even recognize she’s doing it, she realizes after closing out a deal with a saucy wink and a trilled ‘farewell.’ It’s stopped being something she pays attention to, simply because it’s a sales tactic she’s been employing for so long that it no longer registers as flirting. 

     Of course, that didn’t necessarily mean she kept it contained to her shop... if there was anything Anna was renowned for, it was for being a smooth talker around people who caught her eye. She can’t help it, really -- it’s rooted deep into her personality as as defense mechanism, something to help her pass the time and keep her mind far away from the chance to introspect. 

     And, well... sometimes it’s really nice to not have to spend her nights alone. That’s always a bonus, even if it means she has to promptly disappear the morning after; just because she’s an excellent flirt doesn’t mean she knows how to be anything more than that.

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🙋 + childhood

     It’s late. Moonlight creeps in through the open window by the desk, to accompany the flickering orange glow cast by candles that have long since burned down to stubs. There she sits, dwarfed by a chair in a room built for her father -- a man much taller and stockier than she -- nose buried in a series of tomes that are each as thick as her outstretched index finger.

      The words jumble together at times, some of them beyond her capabilities in terms of vocabulary, but she still so loves to lose herself in the stories of all the Annas that came before her. It is tradition for each merchant to record their lives in great detail specifically for this purpose, to pass any and all knowledge gained down to their predecessors. All of this, she devours with great ferocity, in the hopes of impressing her parents. 

      It has been decided from birth, after all, that this was her destiny -- it is the only profession an Anna can have, and whether one succeeds or not is up to the individual. 

     She will succeed. She must succeed.

     Nothing else matters. Not to her, and definitely not to her family. 

     Auburn eyes fly open as the dream dissipates, the faint rays of dawn just starting to peek through the opening of her tent. She rolls over with a soft sigh, and clutches her spare pillow closer to her chest, reminding herself that she’s long since achieved the goals set by her family. She’d perfected every technique, immersed herself in the money-loving facade her life had become. 

     Wealth is certainly no longer an issue for her. 

     If only her childhood self had known that the cost of the success she so craved was any chance at finding a person beyond who she was told from birth she must be. 

     What would she have done then?

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Send "🙋" + any headcannons you want to know about my muse.

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     Oh, how cute. He was trying the tough, confident routine on her, and could not be failing more miserably at it. But then, that was probably because she’d been around long enough to know what Robin was really like, and thus was able to see straight through the act. 

     It’s almost enough to convince her to give him a discount anyway, just out of sheer amusement, but alas... Rule number one of running the beach was not to show any sort of weakness when it came to haggling with customers, especially when those customers happened to be one’s friends. 

     Still .... he had a point. 

      ☙ - “Unfortunately, I can’t let you in for half price -- not unless I want my sisters to flay me alive afterwards. But... if it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have an open beach for you to come visit. So~”

     One could almost see the twinkle of mischief in her eye as she crossed her arms over her chest, standing as straight as she could to adopt an air of faux authority. 

     ☙ - “I’ll cut you a deal, hmm~? I’ll be benevolent, just this once, and let you stay for 1,500 plus a discount on meal services. And in return, that sister of mine that you’re friends with? You’ll bring her 700 gold when you have it; that’s five hundred for the rest of the ticket, plus two hundred as a courtesy fee.

    ☙ -  “Let it never be said that we’re unreasonable women~”

Anna’s Beach Antics (Closed Starter for: tricksandsmiles)

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Obscure Feelings drabble prompt meme

Send in a word for a drabble of our muses based on it.

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

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🍸 [wanderingtactician]

🍸 : YOUR MUSE OFFERING MINE AN ALCOHOLIC DRINK    

     An eyebrow almost the same color as the proffered drink raises in surprise. Why, exactly, her employer had decided to come and just give her a glass of Roseannan wine, she’d never know. 

     But hey, it’s not as if she were the type to ever turn down a free drink – or let a golden opportunity pass idly by. 

     ☙ - “You are far too kind~” comes the cheerful chirp as she turns to one of her personal boxes, rummaging through to find a small bottle of clear liquid. “But you must know that it’d be rude for me to accept this without offering you something in return, yes~?” 

     Of course, what Robin didn’t need to know quite yet was that this particular alcohol was at least three times more expensive than the wine he’d brought her… and that she’d happily come looking for the difference in the morning~

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(picked at random) 👏

👏 : YOUR MUSE HUGGING MINE       

     The poor shopkeeper actually wheezes as the oni wraps her arms around Anna’s waist, picks her up off the ground, and squeezes. It’s become very difficult to breathe, as the ‘hug’ she’s now enveloped in has many qualities similar to being suddenly laced into an extremely tight corset. 

     She’s actually pretty sure she can feel one of her ribs crack. 

     ☙ - “I give!!” she gasps, repeatedly hitting the palm of her hand against Rinkah’s shoulder. “I give!!!! I won’t… ask you… to be more affectionate again!!”

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me: *is naturally affectionate* me: *has major trust and abandonment issues, fears rejection* me: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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     A chill ran up the trader’s spine as she laid eyes on the ancient tome -- it gives off an ominous air to those whose magic is strong enough to react to it, including her own meager powers. 

    Her lips set into a tight line. She doesn’t trust this guy as far as she could throw him, between the job he’d sought her out for, his otherwise shady appearance, and, you know... his possession of a rare tome whose status as an item of myth had yet to be confirmed. 

     One way or the other, the book and the man who held it were almost perfect for each other. 

      ☙ - “You have my interest,” she said flatly, arms crossing over her chest. “But how am I to know you won’t simply kill me off as soon as you have what you want? I’ve never met a man as powerful as yourself willing to just let loose ends walk away; you could spare me a few curses, but you could just as equally leave me abandoned in some cave gods know where, with both your book and your money. 

      ☙ - “I’m gonna need something to sweeten the deal, or otherwise have some sort of collateral to keep me valuable to you. Gold is useless to me if I’m not alive to spend it.”

           { ♝ ♚ } ❝ ℒegends state that the tome has a twin. Some texts refer to it as ‘Abaddon’, others, ‘Ginnungagap’- a book of death and despair, to balance resurrection and hope, brought about by its sister. …Sacred Twin tomes, each with the ability to unlock the true potential of the other- and I already have the first. ❞

          With a cheerful smile beaming with pride, and with an uncharacteristic reverence, Iago placed an old, yellowed tome to the side of his journal. 

          ❝ The fact that the infamous ‘Book of Death’ already lies within my possession should serve as sufficient proof that the legends may, in fact, be more than that… ❞  

          ❝ Now then… if you accept my offer to search for the tome, then I will, of course, insist on accompanying you on your journey. Admittedly, I tire easily, and I may yet slow your progress, but you will surely appreciate my companionship when foes cross our path. Similarly… well, you know how these treasures are- always enchanted with curses meant to ruin the lives of you, your ancestors, and fifty generations of your progeny. I may be a ‘dark mage,’ but nobody conjures protective wards quite as well as I do… ❞

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(makes finger guns for days bc holy hot damn everyone is cute and I am a filthy bandwagon-jumper)

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Send my muse an emoji and they will react to ...

💋‍ : your muse kissing mine on cheek

💏 : your muse kissing mine on lips

👊 : your muse punching mine

👏 : your muse hugging mine

👋 : your muse slapping mine’s ass

👙 : seeing your muse in underwear 

✈️ : seeing your muse in somewhere they didn’t expect to see

😭 : seeing your muse crying 

👻 : seeing your muse scared

🌙 : seeing your muse outside alone during nighttime

💤 : your muse coming on my muse’s bed during night

🍴 : your muse making mine a breakfast

🌃 : your muse knocking on my muse’s door late

🍸 : your muse offering mine an alcoholic drink

☔️ : your muse offering to share an umbrella with mine on a rainy day

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(A list of things I really want to do:

>make a blog for Persona 3′s FMC

A similar list of things I really should not do:

>make a blog for Persona 3′s FMC)

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      ☙ - “Luna.” 

     The unfamiliar name feels strange on the tongue, but it’s simple and easy to commit to memory. If Cordelia had shone like the sun, then it seemed only proper that her daughter name herself after the moon -- not quite as radiant or as demanding of attention, but equally beautiful. 

     Anna can’t help but smirk at the poetic justice. 

    ☙ - “It suits you~ And as much as I would love to acquiesce to a girl with such a beautiful name, I can’t ship anywhere that isn’t known on a map. Seeds, however, I can deliver in spades, if you’ll pardon the pun. I rather like that Mozu, after all.

    ☙ - “Is that all you need, dear~?”    

Shopping || Anna & Luna

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    ☙ - “Oh?”

    She’d be lying if she’d said she’d expected for her hand to be suddenly grabbed and held, but she certainly doesn’t try to pull away from it as she glances over and recognizes the kitsune. Anyone else would have found themselves on the recieving end of a look that could make grown men turn tail and run, but Kaden is just ... too pure.

     ☙ - “Not that I’m complaining or anything,” she lilted with a friendly smile, “but is there any reason in particular you’ve come to hold my hand, dear~?”

      HOLDS THEIR HAND. Nice.

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彡

     ☙ - “Hey, Elincia. I think you’ll get a kick out of this --”

     Anna pulls the length of her cloak over to her left side before lifting the hem of her tunic up to her waist, and in doing so reveals a trio of pink scars that run horizontally over her lower back. 

     ☙ - “They’re four years old by now, and I’m sure you remember how I got them. Gods, I will never be more satisfied at a Risen’s death as I was after you started stitching the wounds the damned thing gave me.”