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Ask my muse "Would you go on a date with ____?"

My muse can either say yes or no and say why or why not they would date that person.

inspired by @justanotherrpmemeblog

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A character who is tied up and gagged, but their eyes speak volumes. The rage, the promise that when they get free, everyone here is dead.

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Send “♥” for a tip on how to make my muse fall in love with yours

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"Hahi! Haru didn't realize you were changing! She'll talk to you later!" She hastily ducks behind the drama of the doorway again. By the time Kurapika comes back out of the room he was changing in, Haru probably has some tea prepared. "Ahem, sorry for earlier," casually nudges a plate of cookies. She wouldn't comment on the scars on the premise of believing that he may not want to talk about the memories behind them. She'll listen if he would like to talk about them, but she won't be insensitive and pry about it.

Your muse walks in on my muse undressing and catches the various scars along their body. What is your muses reaction? What do they do?

When Haru opened the door, Kurapika immediately froze. Not because she was the one who saw him shirtless, but because of the fact that he was seen. As a Kurta, Kurapika was used to having his body almost always covered by clothing, so someone not so intimate to him seeing him half-dressed made him feel a little uncomfortable. However, it wasn't anything that angered him, and he simply let out a deep sigh when she left, he hadn't even realized when he stopped breathing.

Looking at the plate of cookies, Kurapika chuckled softly to himself "You don't have to buy my forgiveness with cookies, Haru. I'm not upset. I share bathroom and bedroom with three persons." He still took one between his fingers and took a bite, humming very softly at the pleasant taste.

His eyes rested on her for a moment, analyzing her discomfort "You are a very respectful person, Haru, I appreciate it" Kurapika mentioned, before taking a sip of the tea she had prepared for him "But it's okay, you can ask if you want, I know you saw it and if you want to know I can tell you"

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Kurapika knew. Kurapika knew she was innocent. Had she been guilty, he knew full well she would only laugh at the situation and apologize animatedly. Kurapika knew. Kurapika knew, and only he knew, that he couldn't use his chains to find the culprit, because if he did, it would declare him a conjurer and not a manipulator. Having a significant disadvantage in nen when it came to fighting, his trump cards was his physical prowess and his brains. No, he couldn't expose himself like that. He couldn't use his chains on them, even if it meant never knowing who was responsible.

A somewhat serious look fell upon Senritsu when he noticed her raising her hand. It wasn't a reprimand, but a way of letting her know he wasn't in the mood for nonsense. However, it was Basho's step forward that made him pay attention now, and it was his words that made him raise an eyebrow and cross his arms in front of his chest too.

The dandelions on his back were comforting, seeming to work their way into him with care and gentleness. And although his anger may not have been as strong as it had been moments before, the annoyance the other man's words caused him was evident.

Holding up five fingers like a teacher lecturing a wayward student, Kurapika finally said "One, don't call me a pup again. I have a name, you know that. Use it for me. Two, don't give me any eating advice. You're not my father or my doctor, and I still wouldn't listen. Three, I don't need you to make me any breakfast, nor do I want it. Four, I'm not expecting anyone to point fingers, just the person responsible to take the blame. You think that working here means you can casually blame others for your own benefit... It's almost always like that, with them. But that's not the case. There's something called 'owning your mistakes' it's a principle even children have, and I hope it's basic knowledge among my staff, who apparently, at least on the outside, stopped being children a long time ago. Five, what are you afraid of? What do you think I'll do to the guilty?" The question hung between them for a few moments until the air began to tighten even more, like a string that stretched and stretched and could snap at any moment. It wasn't about the cake anymore, that had ceased to be the point when Basho took a step forward.

The realization hit him suddenly like a hard slap, and Kurapika blinked a few times, silently. He sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers, annoyed, irritated, disappointed? Offended? "Forget it, don't answer" His tone lowered slightly, even though he actually didn't shout, and Kurapika took his phone out of his pants pocket to check the time. "I have to work, there's no time for me to have breakfast. Do whatever you want, eat whatever you want, use my share of the fridge, I don't care, it's just food." And as he said that, Kurapika also took a step forward to leave the kitchen and go back to the room, not caring that his shoulder bumped into Basho's larger arm.

Standing in front of the small mirror while tying his tie and grabbing his blazer, he added "I'll be busy in my office until night. Don't disturb me unless it's something really important." He'd probably ask a maid to make him breakfast... or probably not... Surely no.

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"Rumor has it..." Kurapika didn't raise his voice, but he didn't soften it either. His tone was measured, like a warning, a calmness he knew how to handle very well and that left no room for nonsense. "... that we have a rat among us..."

His long, slender fingers slid smoothly along the edge of the counter in the bodyguards' small kitchen. Kurapika walked slowly in front of Linnsen, Basho, and Senritsu after having summoned them there. He finally stopped and turned to look at the three of them, squinting.

It was very early in the morning, and the sun hadn't yet peeked through the window. They hadn't had breakfast yet, and there was a growing unease in Kurapika's stomach. "Apparently, this rat attacks at night..."

His fingers ran over a fork and wrapped around it, stabbing it with a simple, precise motion, without even looking, into two slices of bread that would now have to be his breakfast. "Now tell me, who ate the piece of chocolate cake I baked and set aside for myself in my spot in the fridge?... I thought the limits of each person's space were clear, should I start labeling them like children?" The discomfort in Kurapika's stomach grew more annoying, ending in a silent hungry crunch that he would barely hear, but would be clearly audible to Senritsu. "Dont you dare to try to fool me"

Three out of the now reduced to four members of the original Yorkshin team had the ability to discover lies and everyone in those four members knew that as they had showed eachother their abilitys when they had first met. Which meant, as the bodyguards stood yawning infront of Kurapika with their backs leaned against the kitchencounter and the morninglight still beeing grey as if the sun was itself still to tiered to sneak inside, they knew that if Kurapika had wanted to know who had been the culprint he could have just used his chains to know the answer himself. Which also meant that Basho and Linssen also knew that Senritsu knew the answer to the question the second in which Kurapika asked the question 'Who ate the the piece of cake in the fridge?', because standing right beside them with their heartbeats loud like their normal speakingvoices she heard the change of heartmelody turning from tieredly quiet into a first loud fluttering and than into a tensed humm like the heartbeat of a mouse caught in a trap as the one who had stolen the cake knew they were now in a trap. Which meant that Kurapika, who could have just used his chains or also just asked Senritsu, simply wanted someone to take on the guilt and apologize if they were guilty or not. The woman tilted her head to the side like an attentive bird, listening not for the heartbeat of the culprint but for Kurapikas heartbeat: A irritated, nimble song. Fluttering and fast. Loud and tensed like a wire ready to rip,rip,rip a the slightest touch. The cake was not the reason Kurapikas heartbeat sounded so utterly angry, but it had been the last straw and now that anger was a red broiling thing in his chest ready to burn anyone. Senritsu tilted her head from one side to another like a thoughtful bird- she should say that she was the culprint, she figured: Yes, Kurapika would be angry with her, after all he was angry now, but also he would never be that angry with her. There wasanoise like a softmurmur when Senritsu started to ap her fingers against the kitchencounter inher back and dandelions started to bloom on the whoetiled behind Kurapikas backlike in the green grassofspring.For a second the young woman wondered if using the fac she was this close with the other against him would break his trust into her, but also in this second it sounded as if Kurapika really was snarling at her like an dog ready to bite, but it was actually just his stomach growling loudly. The young woman felt herself flinch just so slightly as if flinching away from a too loud noise- no, really, it was better if she was the aim for that anger.

The small hand Senritsu rose to pretend that she was the culprit only managed to reach up half the way before Basho lay a big, heavy hand on hers and pressed it down again with a firm shake of his head: "We are not snitching on anyone in the team. Its a question of principles." "I was not about to snitch on anyone." , a confused frown drawing a deep line between her eyes Senritsu heard the clearly offended spark in her melodic, velvetly voice clearly, but before she could say anything more Bashos deep voice was already drowning hers when he crossed his muscular arms before his chest like a shield and stepping forwad a inch, just a inch, but still enough to stand almost infront of Senritsu and Linssen and between them and Kurapika: "If you are hungry, pup, I can make some shrimp-noodles. Cake for breakfast is not good for you anyway. And when we had something for breakfast we can forget the whole affair. I am sure that rat knows better now." After all, if he really wanted to know, Kurapika could just use his chains. Basho knew that. Senritsu knew that. Linssen knew that. And Kurapika knew.

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Your muse walks in on my muse undressing and catches the various scars along their body. What is your muses reaction? What do they do?

Whatever Senrisu wanted to say was suddenly stuck in her throat like a thick clot that made it hard to breath and she stood in the doorframelooking like a startled bird with her head tilted to the side and her eyes as big and round. Yet his second of shock only lasted a breath and the woman caught herself hastily andlistened to Kurapikas heartbeat if he felt alright, listened to his tact of breathing if it hitched over him feeling uncomfortable someone seeing that scar, listened for himmoving over if he tried to hide from her or if he did not wanted her to see that scar. "...Are you sure you did not had any siblings growing up, Kurapika?"A worried frown drew a line as deep as a scar between her eyes, but still she smiled, but still she did her best to not make him in any way uncomfortable over what she just saw, but still she joked with a amused chuckle dancing behind her melodic voice.

"For this looks like you were ran over by a mowing-machine and I can only imagine that only a sibling could be the source of it." At least she hoped that. At least she prayed for that. At least she begged for that as any other possibility made her guts feel as if squashed by a invisible hand of worry over something or even worse someone doing that to him. Her chuckle was a song caressing around Kurapikas ears like warm,calming fingers. "Only out of my own expierences,of course.", the woman winked up to the other in all good humor,although the worried frown drew a shadow between her eyes deep like an injury. [ @hunting-songs ]

Your muse walks in on my muse undressing and catches the various scars along their body. What is your muses reaction? What do they do?

If it had been someone else, if it had been Basho, Linnsen, or any stranger, Kurapika would have rushed into his sleeveless shirt and tried his best to hide, to hide, to hide his scar like a shameful and painful past. But with her, there was no discomfort, no reason to hide, nothing about him was worse than what she had on her arm (and her full body). And with her, he felt comfortable, at ease, and at home.

However, with his back to her, with his scar still visible on his right side, below his shoulder blade, Kurapika remained silent for a moment, still for a moment, knowing that anything he could say to her about that scar would only worry her more. "No, Senritsu, I was always an only child" he said, almost afraid of startling her before turning around and finally facing her worried face. "The closest thing I ever had to a sibling was my best friend, and the only lasting reminder of him on my skin is a small scar on my left shoulder blade, from the time I almost fell off a cliff and he saved my life" And the day I ended up ruining his, that I ended up making him sick, that I ended up weakening him. Kurapika didn't say those words, but he thought them with some guilt. "… But that's not the scar you're referring to, is it?… If you keep worrying about me like that, you'll get wrinkles… or at least that's what my mother said… which, really, isn't so wrong, biologically speaking"

There was a kitchen, there was the crying of a couple of children scared for their lives. Kurapika quickly pushed those thoughts and that memory out of his mind, though the cold of that weapon, which was not meant to harm living beings, sent a cold reminder down his spine. "I'm alive and that's what matters" he mentioned solemnly, before finally putting on his black tanktop, walking a few steps towards her and squatting to her eye-level. "It was in a kitchen, you could say I was in the wrong place, at the wrong time… or quite the opposite, maybe that's where I was meant to be, at the moment I was meant to be… they really didn't like being disturbed while… mh… working" he mentioned vaguely, though he himself acknowledged that that information wasn't much use before letting out a heavy sigh. "I don't mind talking to you about it if you wish… but I doubt you want to know… I'm fine, that's what matters. You don't want to have that image in your mind… believe me. My apologies you had to see that scar" Kurapika whispered softly as he reached out his hands to hers, gently taking them in his.

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What kind of love are you?

Your Result: Love as a Threshold

Your love does not ask for much. Your love does not take. Your love is free, and unquestioned, and here for wherever needs it. When you fall in love, it is as gentle as a breath in the night. It is quiet, and it is effortless. It is tender. If your love was a house, it would readily welcome all who come through. If your love was a hearth, it would warm the hands of whoever stopped by, whether for a day, a month, a year, or forever. When you fall for someone, it is without strings, without conditions, without need. You love for the sake of loving, for the sake of caring for those who need it. You love with a giver’s heart and a giver’s hands and are made so much stronger for it. Being loved by you is to always feel at home. Your love may not always be well-received by those unprepared to linger, but it is unforgettable all the same.

Tagged by Stolen from: @musedbyalli

Tagging: @hunting-songs @eyesofcuriosity @queenharumiura @darkhxntrxss

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Agitate my muse!

Anon or not - ic or not - go in my inbox and bother my muse! Ask them questions - bring up things they don’t want to acknowledge! Or, just bother them in general! Ask about their relationship with other muses - go nuts!

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Your muse walks in on my muse undressing and catches the various scars along their body. What is your muses reaction? What do they do?

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Stardew Valley Character Creator

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In the middle of a conversation, my muse begins to cough up blood. How does your muse respond?

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💛 SEND A SYMBOL - WHOLESOME VIBES EDITION 💛 Pick a symbol and a muse (or more!) for cute chaos, soft moments, and unexpected smiles.

🍳 — “I made you breakfast… and maybe burned half of it.” ☀️ — “You looked like you needed some sunshine.” 🐾 — “I brought a stray. Can we keep it?” 🎁 — “I saw this and thought of you.” 🫧 — “Come on. We’re blowing off today and doing absolutely nothing.” 🧸 — “Do you want the left side of the couch or the right?” 🍰 — “No reason. Just felt like baking something for you.” 🌈 — “I dare you not to smile right now.” 📸 — “Smile! I want to remember this.” 🫶 — “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me now.”

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a kiss on the brow ((OOC: this one spoke to me for some reason. It just feels tender and sof' ))

Send 💋 and a spot to kiss my muse!

It wasn't strange that Kurapika felt a little cold when he unconsciously stared at a fixed point while his mind just spun around and around tirelessly. He didn't know exactly how long he'd stayed there, thoughtful, but it was long enough for his brow to tense with his thoughts, with his worry, with the voices he occasionally heard in his head, and even though he knew they weren't real, they were so annoying.

It was only when he felt a gentle warmth in his brow that he snapped back to reality, blinking a few times, surprised, but not really moving away. Almost by inertia, however, he closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on that suddenly but welcomed warmth.

It was when he felt her pull away that he opened his eyes and searched hers, still somewhat surprised by the sudden gesture. A soft, almost imperceptible smile spread across his face as his hand reached for hers, as if holding hers was a gesture that helped him get his feet back on the ground.

"You know?" Kurapika's voice came out almost as a murmur that seemed afraid of ruining the stillness of the moment "If you keep worrying about me so much, I'll start feeling guilty" There was a soft chuckle dancing behind his words, though they never quite made itself heard

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Your muse walks in on my muse undressing and catches the various scars along their body. What is your muses reaction? What do they do?

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In the middle of a conversation, my muse begins to cough up blood. How does your muse respond?

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Send 💋 and a spot to kiss my muse!

a kiss on the cheek

a kiss on the temple

a kiss on the back of the hand

a kiss on the brow

a kiss on the knuckles

a kiss on the neck

a kiss on the lips

a kiss on the chest

a kiss on the palm

a kiss on the foot

a kiss on the bridge of the nose

a kiss on the stomach

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