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                                                   I . II . III

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More Unusual Questions for your Muse

🐶- If your muse was forced to get a pet, what would they get?

Most likely a cat. Cats are independent enough to give him space when necessary, but loving enough that when he wants to sit down and relax, they would be there. He’s a fairly busy person, so we would not be able to give a dog the constant attention it would need. However, he also doesn’t see the point in having something small or caged. 

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More Unusual Questions for your Muse

🙊- How good are they at keeping secrets?

It’s rare that he’ll open himself up to be given other people’s secrets. There’s something about it that makes him feel burdened and uneasy. However, he will keep them if the opportunity arises. When it comes to his own secrets, however, they’re air tight. There are some secrets that he deems too dark to share even with his loved ones. 

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More Unusual Questions for your Muse

🦇- If your muse had wings, would they be feathered and bird-like, leathery bat-like wings, or insect-like fairy or butterfly wings? 🙊- How good are they at keeping secrets? 🎖- Is your muse the “forgive and forget” type or do they hold grudges? ⚖️- If your muse had superpowers, what would they be? 📐- Did your muse get an education? What was their best subject in their studies? 🖋- If your muse was an author/poet, what kind of stories would they write about? 📕- What “Banned Books” could you see your muse reading? 🔖- When they shop, does the price or product matter more? 🐶- If your muse was forced to get a pet, what would they get? ✌️-How often did they get into trouble as a kid? ⭐️- What’s their favorite constellation in the night sky? 🍼- Would your muse raise an abandoned orphan they found or opt to relocate them to an orphanage instead? 🏄‍♀️- What kind of leisurely sports do they partake in on their downtime? 💐- What are their favorite flowers? 👑- How would your muse react if they suddenly found out that they were the long-lost heir to a rich kingdom? 👒- If your muse were to take someone on a first date, where would they go and how would they behave? 💥- if Your muse wakes up with complete amnesia, how would they react? How scared would they be? What caused it? 🍳- What does your muse’s typical breakfast, lunch, and dinner look like after their larder has been fully replenished? 🎣- Would your muse go fishing for any reason? Would they catch-and-eat or catch-and-release? 🎼- What part in a choir would your muse sing? Soprano (½), Bass, Tenor, or Alto? 🎬- Pick three movies you could see your muse watching (and enjoying) 🎨- Find two famous pieces of artwork you think your muse would enjoy.

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{Taichou}

He didn’t seem as enthused as she was. Oh well. Raising a brow she noticed he had failed to add a signature in one of the places where he should’ve. “You forgot to sign that spot.” she told him, leaning over and reaching an arm out, finger falling on the blank spot, chest even closer to his head than before.

               He was determined to not let her get the best of him. He subdues a would be shiver that threatened to course through his body. Miki Fuyuno was a beautiful and enticing woman. But she was also his captain. Nobu clears his throat, eyes drifting up to look directly at her, while his voice is thick and low.                                                  “I was getting to it.”

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{Taichou}

“Ah, how exciting! I haven’t met anyone who’s new to the division.” she bounced joyfully on her heels. New people meant people who didn’t have an impression of how the division used to be. “now I won’t be the newest~”

               She was being...Cute? Shit. This was no good. He was roughly three seconds away from bolting out of his seat and calling it a day. A nice cold shower should solve all of this, right?                                            “Yeah... That is exciting.” 

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hanabiira:

“Ah, good work, are there a lot of new recruits? I haven’t had the chance to look yet.” Leans over slightly more to get a better look at the papers on his desk. Don’t mind how close she is.

                  She’s far too close for his personal liking. He had engaged in a fair share of flirting or egging people on before, but there was something about being on the other side of it that simply did not tickle his fancy.                                        “Um... There’s only three...Right now, at least...”

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hanabiira 

takes a step forward, “what paperwork are you working on?” leans forward, optimal cleavage view

                 His eyes quickly dart downwards. Was she coming on to him? Was he dreaming? He had to be.                                          “Just... Some transfer papers...”

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leans over him and moans directly in his ear.

               He jolts; and for a second, he’s certain he has just entered into the depths of hell. Catching his breath, the lieutenant whips his head around, his face flushed and eyes wide. 

                                          “What?!” 

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In need of a drink and a nap...

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Please reblog this is if you would rp with trans muses.

I see a lot of people unwilling to rp with me because my muse is trans, and because of that I feel nobody in the rp community ever will. So, yeah, reblog if you would rp with trans muses (nonbinary muses included).

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{???}

Ah– a promotion. Ichigo softly smiled, and held out a hand. “Nice. I’m Ichigo Kurosaki, nice to meet you.”

               The initial aggression he had felt faded away now, only to be replaced with realization and curiosity. So this was Ichigo Kurosaki.                   “Nobuo Koizumi. Newly appointed Vice-captain of the eighth.” He reached out, shaking the other man’s extended hand

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cursxdsoxl 

He didn’t want to appear odd, so he looked away. Walking toward the other, he stopped a few feet away. Rukia had said he needed to try to open up more- this was a chance. “Hey, you must be new, I’ve never seen you before.”

               New? He guessed you could say that. New to his position was more like it. Nobu had been walking the halls of the eighth division for well over 100 years. Still, he would humor the other in this conversation.                  “I’m not new. Just tend to keep to myself. Though I guess I can’t do that with my promotion and all...” 

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The Anomaly looked at the other. Who was he? Ichigo had never seen him before....

               Auburn brows knit tightly together in confusion. Why was this guy staring at him? Nobu’s mouth turned down into a frown.                                   “You got a problem, buddy?” 

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Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship

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150 years ago VS today

I’m currently without a tablet so my art is suffering ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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{???}

An Icelandic girl trudged along the city streets, her cheeks tinted pink with sheer embarrassment as she embarked on her journey home. A cardigan was tied around her waist to conceal her mud-stained behind and her hair was covered with twigs and leaves, but she was sure the most notable aspect of this new look she was sporting was her single bare foot. Any onlookers might figure she was crazy. 

It’s not as if people don’t talk already, She thought to herself bitterly. But it was fine. She was okay. Quinn had a thick skin, and she knew once she got back to Ivette, Florence, and her cat, she could laugh all of these events off.

As she approached a crosswalk, she realized she’d need to look up in order to cross safely. Pale blue irises flicked up towards the street before catching the gaze of a young man. As he opened his mouth to speak, her lips tightened.  There wasn’t really any escaping this situation. The crosswalk sign glowed with a bright red that could only mean it wasn’t safe to flee from her awkward circumstance, so here she was, stuck with him. 

“A-ah, yes! I lost it.” She admitted awkwardly with an inelegant smile, pushing her circular glasses up towards the bridge of her nose.

               She seemed young. In his opinion, too young to be wandering the streets on her own. His brows perched high as he examined the girl. Foreign; that much was for sure. Pale blue eyes mixed with the platinum blonde on her head was a dead give away. Then again, he was rather strange looking as well.                                     He hoped that wouldn’t come into question.                  A considerably nervous air radiated about her. She seemed uncertain and embarrassed. Then again, she had been missing something rather important. Nobu had a number of questions; mostly related to her disheveled state. His eyes continued to peer at her curiously; one green, one blue.                                   “How’d you manage to do that anyway?”                Soon enough, he was taking in the surroundings. It was considerably late; the time of night when shifty humans would be making themselves know. “And I don’t mean to sound intrusive, but it’s a little late to be wandering around, don’t you think?”