#muppeteyes1001

[mxchineherald]

💤 Do they snore or talk in their sleep?

[ask meme here.]

When fully asleep, Viktor is prone to not necessarily speaking, but making small hums, grunts, and huffs. However, sometimes it's possible to have a somewhat full conversation with him while he's entirely asleep, if the medications are in full effect. He's a very heavy sleeper once he's in bed, so it's unlikely that he'd remember the conversation upon waking.

[cxpperhead]

❤️ for my favorite icon of my muse X3

what icon? ask meme.

I'm so sorry @muppeteyes1001, I zonked out before I got around to answering this last night! It's hard to pick an all-time favourite but this one right here is one I like a lot but rarely have an opportunity to use. It's just nice overall; the expression, the colouration, how his eyes pop with that bright green and the fangs combined with his pretty facial structure!

[sweet-chimera]

In Battle, Your Muse...

bold what applies - italicise sometimes. repost, don’t reblog.

fights honorably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first (never)

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking (WILL USE MAGICAL GIRL SHOUTING ATTACKS)

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging / fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand-to-hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential /

exhausts quickly / has high stamina/ Depends on the time of day. They're solar powered

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill-set / learning their skill-set

messy fighter / elegant fighter/ yes

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

Tagged by: @ira-sturm @muppeteyes1001

Tagging: anyone. I dont have alot of mun friends

[leondxs]

"It's not hallowe'en, get your teeth off me" Kitt muses with a side smirk before playfully flicking a gloved digit between the Fae's brows.

Get chomped!

@muppeteyes1001

The creature paused his nibbling, eyes drifting upwards to gaze innocently at Kitt. He hadn't even realized just how long he'd been lightly pressing his teeth against her arm. It was only a show of affection, nothing more. But surely an annoyance after even a small amount of time.

Upon her flicking making contact, he withdrew and blinked. A small smile spread across his lips.

❝ Fine. But only because you asked nicely. ❞

[xxlordalexanderxx]

🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

Thank you my friend, you are my longest running rp partner and I always enjoy any and all the things we get to do. Thanks for sticking around 💜⭐

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

[...I realize that I meant to write starters for the #MonsterHouseParty last week, but things exploded a bit with work which affected my overall energy and time to write. I realize that the event is effectively over, but I am still interested in writing for it- or barring that writing with everyone who wanted a starter- so for the following blogs who liked this post, I will reach out to you either over discord or Tumblr-IM to see if you want a 'Party' starter or a more generic one - assuming you do not reach out first and beat me to it:]

@demonicdiligence @queeniethevampire @kingdom-of-mxginica @the27percent @muppeteyes1001 @misfxts @doedsdans

[vampiric-bite]

@muppeteyes1001 from here!

“I mean- of course not in any bad way!” He quickly tried to correct himself.

He understood his companion, he knew what it was like to wander around a lot. But now he was happy settling down, for the moment.

“It’s Rei.” He thought for a moment before nodding. “And sure, why not? Don’t drink much, but I don’t see the harm in one drink.”

[oflostinfound]

What's your underlying motif?

the home

whether it’s your warm embrace, your unwavering reliability, your smile that says “welcome back”, your motif is the home. your the equivalent to coming out of the rain to the fire on and your slippers waiting by the door. your uncanny way of making people feel alright, you’re treasured in these trying times. i respectfully request you take care of yourself, the world will never been as kind to you as you are to it. anne lammott said “lighthouses don't go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining” and though unconventional, lighthouses are inhabited and your cup runs over with generosity. because you probably don’t hear it enough, thank you.

the orange

whether it’s your sweet nature, breakaway cover, or your natural displays of intimacy, you have the undercurrent of the orange. a love language in itself, your nature makes others want to take a bite and enjoy the tang that you leave behind with your laughter. you remind others of a summer day, hot air, long nights, always hopeful you’ll never go away. in her poem “the orange” by wendy cope she said “i peeled it and shared it with robert and dave, they had quarters and i had a half” you’re generous and have much to give. she also said “this is peace and contentment, it’s new” well i say, it’s you.

Tagged by: @muppeteyes1001 & @viviskull ty ty💙💙 Tagging: you!!!

[dxrkhexrtmuses]

Welcome to the Kasino!

For @muppeteyes1001

Fiery red and silver, two colors no one would ever associate with a kind-looking Kivouach. But kind he was not. No Kivouach was kind, or caring, and nor did they have the earthly morals humans do. These were animals. They knew progress, education, and they fought for their place. Yeshua was no different.

He was the Voice of the Kasino, along with another Voice named Methusa who he did not enjoy speaking to in the slightest, so he had a Whisper, Helgan, assist with that. Today was what he considered an off day however. He never got very many of those at his Empire Theatre that was right behind the Delamere Dollhouse on a great island surrounded by water. Both buildings looked mighty and was his symbol of boundless arts. He gave the Kivouachains arts, and entertainment. He rose and slaughtered high above the ranks to keep it, to keep his place among them, to keep his rank where it was.

Yeshua was on the top most floor, the penthouse if you will, of the theater, his place of relaxation and where he lived. Around him there were lavish chairs and couches but also shamed bodies of Kivouachains he’d killed and kept to reach the top of. These bodies were doing something called the Dollhouse Bow. All laid headless with their backs arched backward, some legs apart to show the gower others legs neatly tucked. Once beheaded, a Kivouachian would fall into this position, sometimes the heads would be kept with the bodies, he did have a few on shelves, their faces were all plastered with eyes rolling back into their skulls, mouths open and tongues hanging out in all manner of sizes and lengths. A grotesque display of what his Dollies did on a daily basis to satisfy their clients. He was now staring out a large window that wrapped around his room in a half circle, overlooking the boats coming into the pier at Delamere Dollhouse, the only way pretty much in or out of his island. The Kivouach didn’t have days or nights, they had fazes, and this was the Black Faze, the “night” here. All the fazes were in colors and they all happened in a “day.” Time was also measured very differently here, and they were measured by the sounds emanating from the Songtowers that surrounded the Kasino in towering pillared forms. From where he stood, if it was a brighter faze, “morning,” someone would be able to see what the Kasino actually was.

Imagine a ball, a black ball and inside it having buildings of every shape and size running along the inside of that ball, about the size of Saturn, this was the Kasino. Further inward or currently above him was the Thumme. A green orb about the size of Mars, hanging in the sky above like a nucleus to an atom and surrounding the Thumme were five blue rings around the green orb was the Hammerlow. And here in the Kasino, it was the only form of a “star” they looked up to, always there. These three were the main districts. The Kasino was the largest city district, Yeshua “ruled” this. The Thumme was home to politics and history and held all things deemed important. The Hammerlow was where the Yolsh, the “police force,” or what they were considered as.

All four of Yeshua’s golden eyes gazed up at the Thumme and Hammerlow rings giving little light in this Black Faze. His fiery red fur and silver tipped ears flicked softly at the slightest of sounds, and he had four of them plastered on each side of his head. He was tall, towering above many a Kivouachian at an impressive feet of 15’ 3. Yet that was still considered small. He was red and orange and silver, his body was strong and muscular and he wore a red and black long coat that stopped at his ankles. His tails, the many he had all joined at a singular stem then that stem entered his body above his butt. All his tails fluttered wildly like many red tentacles ready to take their prey. He had four arms, the lower pair was crossed and at rest, and in one of the hands in the upper pair, he had a very dark alcoholic drink he was currently sipping on as he gazed out into the “night,” He looked mighty, the Doll, of all Dollies, and he definitely wasn’t a force to be messed with.

[argxntxus]

reblogged from here

The man wouldn’t hold it against her to feel like that. Xalroc had been in the same exact situation before, and it ended terribly when he sought to act. Kitt, likely sharpened by her numerous experiences, was a lot better at reigning over her emotions in than he did, as it seemed to him. Her softening expression wasn’t lost on him, and he softly wrapped his arms around her in response.

“Do not worry, I understand. Either way, if worse comes to worst, I shall have to act.”

Whether she would take it as a comfort or as a warning, only Kitt would know, but he could only hope his sincerity wouldn’t be lost on her. It wasn’t like he planned on making a scene, but protecting his beloved is the only thing he knew he was good at in an unfamiliar landscape.

And then, as soon as he finished comparing their room to Kitt’s, she spun around with an unexpected expression. Xalroc blinked in disbelief, his mouth forming into a slight pout. He didn’t realize he was way off with his comparison and somehow it riled Kitt up – likely he didn’t anticipate she’d react like this. To Xalroc, he would’ve taken it as a compliment, but of course, given it was Kitt’s own flat he was talking about, perhaps Kitt held just the slightest distaste for their current room. There’s no place like home, after all.

“My apologies, I meant to say, the homeliness reminded me of your own home.” Xalroc mused audibly, scratching the side of his head. “I did not mean to say you neglect your room. It was unacceptable of me to make such a comparison.”

He then placed a balled fist over his heart and bowed – Arciva’s expression of sincerity. That said, she was right to pick this for convenience. He felt safer here than anywhere else in the city.

“Very well dear, if you are about to, then feel free to. I wish to sit down for a while before taking a bath.”

As he sauntered towards the quaint couch, he mused over what happened once more. It was a good thing the irate man didn’t know her personally, or her identity may have been figured out much more easily. As much as he wanted to see Kitt’s hometown as he told her, he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone somewhere may recognize her and he’d be forced to act, and that’s why he would only really follow Kitt’s lead. While he understood all her intentions, even when helping her friends like those boys, once the cat’s out of the disguise bag (he winced at this realization), they would have to find ways to return back home.

And then he was furnished with a thought.

“Say, dear, may you permit me with this question? How does your warper work after being used? Does it cool down for a certain amount of time? Or can it be used indefinitely? I am afraid I forgot to ask you how it worked.”

Xalroc had his own warper, but it was unreliable as all heck given his own limitations. He could only really rely on Kitt’s for this journey.

[charredchesspiece]

That Butler: Pampurring

// @muppeteyes1001 {x}

Whether Kitt was ever truly alone to begin with is a secret of the universe Sebastian does not intend to reveal. He is here now and that is all that matters, no?

Settling beside her, back straight and lips folding slightly in concentration, Sebastian sees to his spontaneous mission. Naked hands entangle themselves in rich brown locks, combing through the tresses and reveling in the texture. The demon, having quite an affinity for hair, keeps his thrill to a (respectfully) satisfied murmur.

"I am fixing it for sleep," Sebastian replies a little dreamily. "I hear that braids are a good style to rest in, and I do not have hair long enough to try (nor do I entertain slumber), but I figure you're the perfect creature to... ah, experiment on, as it were."

Never mind that the demon can adjust the length, color, and texture of his hair at will; he wants to be here with Kitt, and so he is.

"...You weren't honestly planning to sleep at dawn, were you?"

[mxchineherald]

☕+ 28 (sorry I forgot to put the 'tea' on the other one XD)

[ask meme here.]

28. Describe your most awkward kiss.

"You are truly attempting to make me feel the most intense embarrassment possible, aren't you? Well, I suppose it was my first. I was seventeen, a little late for a first kiss, perhaps, but it was at a Scrapper večírek, a party, and one of the dancers ran up and kissed me in celebration. I wasn't expecting it, and I...coughed. On her. Oh, Janna... It was mortifying. At least she took it with a laugh. I wanted to turn invisible."

[thecursedraven]

continued from here X

The Raven King grinned in response, reshuffling the papers in front of him. While he knew that it was a rather intensive Heist for one person, it wasn't impossible. However, the chance to gain new allies and information as to the people in the area was always a good reason to contract out.

Well, usually.

And hey, she had good reviews!

"Let's go over this one last time then. Despite being labeled as a 'Public Office', there are a number of carefully sealed doors and guards patrolling this place. The Opal in question is in second of three vault rooms, highly protected, and most likely trapped as well. We get in, I'll handle the guards as needed and you should be able to slip inside." The finer details had ready been clarified- and they were professionals after all.

"Any questions?"

@muppeteyes1001

[sweet-chimera]

Standing on the side lines, it wasn't long until she finally found Honey suddenly emerge through the pack of guests. Once she was close enough, the felinoid gave the sweet monstress a light tap on her shoulder.

"Hello Honey! .. Tis great ta see ya again .. How ya been?" Kitt greeted happily with a light tail wag. Wearing an emerald, sequin minidress and already a bit buzzed from a few cocktails.

"Kitt?" The monster slurred, lifting the veil slightly to look at the feline. "KIIITTTT. KIIIT-- LOOK AT YOOOU. YER LOOK GREAT. YER KNOCKERS ARE POPPIN' IN T'AT DRESS. C'mere. C'mere, Let meh hug ye Oh. T'anks fer comin' lass."

[leondxs]

(My muse is asleep prompt)

It was very early morning when Kitt had woken up. She was dressed and wanted to head to town to pick up some things before the markets began to crowd. As she was prepping some tea and placed it on the kettle, one of her ears makes a light twitch. It sounded like .. soft snoring. Looking over to the shaded corner of the room, she spots Leondas. Fast asleep and curled up on one of the couches.

Seeing this, she rolled her eyes and went over to him. It seems he had a very busy night and was too tired to even notice her. Chortling softly, she remembers what mischief he would sometimes get into whenever she was napping and couldn't help the urge to give a little payback. With that, she gently touched one of his short antlers before bringing her tail over to tickle his nose.

My muse is asleep, what does your muse do?

@muppeteyes1001

A successful night of hunting had lulled the fae into a deep slumber. Even in the morn, when Kitt would awaken herself, he did not stir. Though was she watched him, she might have noticed an ear or limb twitch whilst he dozed. Otherwise, he did not move, even when her touch would lay upon his antlers.

Though, he would begin to move once her tail brushed over his nose. He shuffled uncomfortably at first, then his face began to contort and twitch. He uttered a quiet, annoyed groan in his half-asleep state. In a moment, he awoke with a short sneeze.

Blinking slowly, he blearily gazed at Kitt for a long few seconds before finally recognizing her. He narrowed his eyes playfully, swatting away her tail before it assaulted him any further.

❝ Hm.. I am not allowed to have a restful day's sleep, am I? ❞ He mused with a sleepy smile.

He uncurled himself and began to stretch, flexing his claws before him much like a large cat would.

[xxlordalexanderxx]

(caress) : sender caresses receiver's cheek X3

Affectionate action prompts  💕

After their lovely dinner the pair would retire to the king's chambers, to simply lounge and keep warm by the fire. It was still snowing, and showed no signs of letting up, so it looked like Kitt would be staying the night; Not that Alexander would be opposed to the company at all. After a couple of peppermint patty hot cocoas Alexander was splayed out on the bed, full, content, and slightly buzzed. He had a thing about resting his head in his lover's lap and this occasion was no different. He was massive around this time of year, so it was the best one could do to cuddle him at all.

Kitt would feel the vibrations of him bellowing softly, his way of purring as she cresses his face and beard, and even his jewel resting at the bottom of his jaw—warm and smooth as always. His sticks his chin out slightly as his jawline was a sweet spot for him, prompting the felinoid the give it a good scratch. He's allowed his mane and beard to grow thick and wild this time around. It was certainly warmer for him by allowing it to get the long, he just worried it might scare people.

Much to his surprise, the reactions were the opposite.