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Send me a 🔗 for our muses to be handcuffed to each other.

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Fluster my muse, do it, just fluster them.

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What Are Your Chances Of Surviving The End Of The World? Your Result: 75% you didn't think you'd have a high chance of survival. but you've always known how to take care of yourself, and how to take care of others. you probably have eldest daughter syndrome. you like halloween a little too much for it to be normal. you're horrified at the thought of pineapple on pizza. if u die in the apocalypse, it's gonna be because you accidentally befriended a traitor and got murdered

"Pah!", Baise wrinkled her small nose as if she was smelling something very stinking that was the tests result: "I am far too professional in my job to ever think I could make friends while working in the Mafia. Like, seriously, I am not a fucking looser thinking I can make friends with people who are a) only working here for the money and will sell me in the blink of an eye for a higher pay, or b) have their own ulterior motives for which they go over fucking corpses. My corpse, very likely, if I Would be so stupid to play happy little found family with the other bodyguards." Rising a perfectly manicured finger Baise waved it around like an arrogant teacher monologing over their favorite school-topic: "So nah, I would not befriend a traitor, so I will live forever, thank you very much, I know I am awesome."

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Running-gag that got suddenly very serious: Baise is a very picky. In any part of her life in general but also she is a very picky eater, will not allowe anyone to even touch her food and will be genuinely very unimpressed if someone is making a nurturing effort to cook for her, because in her mind "She can do it better". Which she could, and she needs to. The reason has not only that Baise has not only high standarts for herself and others, but also because she is riddled with food-allergies, including lactose-intolerance, a shellfish-allergy, (pea)nut-allergy and a intolerance against uncooked vegetables and fruits. Accordingly she has to usually prepare her own foods to avoid a reaction, because visiting a restaurant just to having to burry your fingers in your throat to stop it from swelling shut because there was raw fruit in your drink is a not especially thrilling expierence. However in the same manner Baise is also amazingly stubborn and has personally decided that her favorite treat are milkshakes, so she usually has pills to help her disgest lactose on her that she uses almost daily.Also once a month when she has a kitchen for herself to use she decides to have a treat-day and prepares different treats with roasted nuts for her to enjoy, because yes she will regret that a few hours later because her stomach and skin will react, but she also will not allowe her own bodys limitations to stop her from doing something. Her peanut-caramel-pieces recipe is amazing.Out of spite.

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When Baise had kissed him she had grabbed Getos face with both her hands and had started to count down from 30 and only when she had reached 0, only when the timeregulation the kiss needed to have for her ability to work, the woman broke the kiss and leaned her head back appraising. Now, still eye to eye, still chest to chest so every breath of Getos was pressed against hers and answered with her own, she just folded her elegant, long-fingered hands in the younger mans nape in a almost romantic looking pose that was not romantic at all. Her perfectly manicured nails lay against the bare skin of his nape like a carnivores claws. "Nothing. It was nothing.Just a kiss and anything else you do not need to know, sweet boy. Now stop thinking about it.", Baise smiled, than she nonchalantly licked her thumb and reached up to rub away a stain of her lipstick still sticking to Getos upper lip as if he was one of her little brothers after supper still with spagettisauce all over their faces. "Anyway, you " can not lie to me, are unable to lie to me, will not lie to me even if you want to, will not lie to me even if you scream at yourself to; Baise thought for herself that his sounded much too cruel spoken out loud at such a mystic place as the temples ruin, in fact it would sound very respectless towards that temple and while she had no interest in religion and any kind of nature-worship, it was beneath her to be respectless against a place that had once been build from the deep,honest belief of people. Therefor the woman just said with a much too matter-of-factly voice that did not fit the fact that she was still standing chest to chest and eye to eye with the man with one hand still softly resting comfortably at the back of his neck: "will not lie to me" Baise tapped a perfectly manicured fingernail against the sensetive skin of his nape sternly: "So be a good boy and answer me all my questions- from that boring chatter you wasted my very important time with before, I assume that you are looking for the tourist too? You are not a Hunter, I would have been told if there was a colleague around so how did you learned about that case? Who send you here?" a second passed, somewhere between the tall firtrees surrounding the temple like guards a animal moved quietly: "...Also, whats your name?" [ @lustraveil ]

💋 @180minutes for geto (or ging,heh)

The kiss had caught him mid-thought. One minute they were unofficially assigned to go after the same guy. She was dodging his questions with utter sarcasm, and had caught him off guard. Completely. The next... it was contact. The kiss wasn't at all romantic, and it'd been brief. Soft lips, but for a moment, it stuns him into a pause, and he doesn't move. As his mind reels, he seems to react, noticing an immediate change. "What..." he starts slowly, "did you just do to me?"

He steps back once, but it's not out of fear, eyes narrowing, and yet, he can't seem to channel the same defensiveness he typically would. "That wasn't ... nothing." and he knew better than to assume it's a bluff. It isn't.

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Baise narrowed her eyes, looking up and down the younger man dressed in all black in the summerheat with a sting of jealously poking into her mind one stitch after another. The floor of the shrine was tiled with long tiles dyed as pale as bone by years of sunlight and the Hunters eyes counted the tiled between her and Suguru- six tiles. Seven steps. Seven steps she could take in sixteen seconds. The first rule a mentor is teaching another Hunter is that the license could be used for anything from a driving-license to a random busticket. And the second rule a mentor is teaching another Hunter is, that the hunter-license should never be used for any of that and at best was not even carried on the person, because the moment a Hunter showed that license they drew a target on their back for any person who thought they could have a quick gain of money by taking and selling the license. That was why Baise peferred to work alone. That was why the younger mans words about beeing send here too just made her roll her eyes for a second in utter frustration. The second passed as soon as it came. "Not here for sightseeing?", the woman smiled as sweet as sugar and theatralically turned around herself to show her sunburned shoulders, her purse, her off-the-shoulder top really not proper for the sun of japanese summers, her higheeled sandals, her skirt and nylontights: "Where does that idea come from,sweet boy? Am I not the perfect-picture example of a normal tourist?" Seven steps. Seven steps she could take in sixteen seconds. Sixteen seconds and she could kiss him. Baise leaned forward, waving a perfectly manicured nail teasingly and taking one step forward.

"And as a so normal tourist I am very aware that a woman like me should not take water from strangers, thank you very much." Six steps. Sixsteps she could take in fourteen seconds. Fourteen seconds and she could kiss him. Just in case he actually was a danger. "But I am curious, what exactly is you little mind thinking I am doing here? Share that smart thoughts of yours." She took another step, still smiling as sweet as sugar.

Starter for @lustraveil ! The summerheat seemed to press down on the small shrine and although it was in the middle of the day, even the insects have fled from the bright spot the shrine was standing in into the shadow hanging stringly between the firs surrounding the shrinebuilding like guards. The Torii was so old it had sunken to one side so far it seemed a miracle it was still standing,the small foreststream running beneath the cobblestones behind the gate had died out and the only thing running though it was dust moved by a seldom breeze. Lonely, abandoned, and left behind the shrinebuilding itself was blackned by a former fire from years ago with now a young tree growing respectless right beside the door through cracked cobblestones. From the heat the sink was dried out and empty with not only no water but not even a bambustrovel left for cleaning- which was, naturally not caused by the heat but Baise who had never been in a japanes summer, would have not doubted if somehow the summerheat would have burned the bambustovel away. She for sure felt as if she was about to catch fire with redness burned into her shoulders just from the small walk from the street to the shrine and every breath feeling as if she was swallowing broiling syrupe. Baise used the water from her waterbottle from her purse to clean her hands and face-and she had even bothered to put on makeup in the morning that was now washed off which was in some way even more annoying than the sunburn on her shoulders. Such amazing work of hers- even if it was just light concealer to cover up her freckles and lipstick matching her hair perfectly- should no be wasted by just washing it off. It was dry enough that it felt more as if she was rubbing the layer of dust sticking to her from one spot to another. From the drive in the taxi the water had warmed up and taking a sip from it Baise grimaced horribly. The air was so thick and heavy it felt as if she was breathing in syrup. The firtrees around the shrine were quiet, still, moveless.

"...I thought I would be alone. For an area that is-and I quote, 'almost abandoned' I am meeting suprisingly many people. I expected none and now you are already the second person, taxidriver included. Thats like 200% precent more than expected.", taking another sip of the waterbottle- still horribly warm, still horribly stale, still probably smearing her lipstick which was even worse than the taste and temperature- Baise turned to the newcomer she had notice out of the corner of her eyes. But even than in the summerheat it was so still and moveless-even the firtrees branches held still as if holding their breath in the heat- that the smallest insect would have caught her attention.

"Soooooo do you just happen to be here or are you the kind of guy who saw a tourist and thinks he can rob and scam me?", Baise tilted her head to the side,eyeing the other from head to toe from beneath a raised, perfectly plugged eyebrow: "If so,do your thing, fail at it, regret doing it and shuffle away miserable, because I actually have important work to do here. Alone, at best."

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Repost and BOLD all that apply to your Muse — Health Edition ! Feel free to add more! 

gets colds easily - has a chronic condition - has had major surgery - has had minor surgery -suffers from spring allergies - has broken a bone - has a sensitive stomach - gets headaches easily - has anxiety - has depression - is prone to panic attacks - bruises easily - has had a major health scare - has lost a loved one to health issues - pushes themselves when sick - is a poor patient - is a good patient - ignores signs of poor health in themselves - is a hypochondriac - has undiagnosed health issues - isn’t bothered by medical settings - hates medical settings Tagged By: Tagging: @kiigan @saiakv @skarletchains @kylo-wrecked @vonbirden @lustraveil @muddsludge @bewitchingbaker @thebrokendollassassin @zoldcks @distortedkilling @lightfaithed @yeonban...and YOU

has had major surgery- has had a major health scare : In the AU in which Baise survives, she has a metalplate put into her skull. is a poor patient - is a good patient: Baise fathers are a nurse and a doctor in a small town that is, as Baise would later figure out, frequently seeked out by people without official documents or people who can´t be officially registered for medical help. She would only figure that out as a schoolchild due to towngossip that the late-night visits her fathers get from patients do not seem to be the norm.Which means that she is very much used to medical settings because the medical settings were placed right next to the kitchen and dining room of her childhood home. Which means that if she is in official medical settings she knows that she needs to be taken care of to continue doing her work and get better, however she will turn into a moody brat if her fathers look after her health. Mostly because her fathers turn into motherhens and Baise does not like to be fret over for it makes her feel like a child. Baise is also afraid of syringes and in general of foreign, pointy objects entering her body, so her getting her earpiercings was her trying to get away from that fear through exposure-theraphy. It did not worked. Baise will just very fast walk out when it comes to syringes, turn into a bothersome priss and eventually just asks for any medicaments that could do the trick for her.

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Any conspiracy theory about people going missing in National Parks is automatically silly to me. Like "Why are National Parks such a hotbed of disappearances???" because they're full of idiots. You've got thousands of people who've never pissed outdoors in their life wandering around the woods/desert/mountain with zero experience and zero gear and zero understanding that this place can kill them. You don't see as many disappearances in wild areas because people don't go to them unless they have some background knowledge. Whereas you get tour buses full of old folks and suburban families shuttling people into National Parks 365 days a year. If you took the same amount of buffoons and dropped them in the actual wilderness the disappearances would be significantly higher than at the parks. Use your brain.

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Stater for @skarletchains ! The scent of desinfectant was so strong in the air it had filled her nostrils any lay in layers and layers and layers on her teeth, her tongue, her gums. The nurses had said that she had been laying in the hospital bed for over a month and with every breath smelling like desinfectant Baise believed that, though eventually the way her hairdye had grown out showed her already how long she had been out of business. Everything hurted- her limbs hurted because she had not moved them in a month and they were not used to the slightest strain, breathing hurted because her lips were so dry the air felt like needles stitching into her flesh, and her head-Her crushed head, her crushed skull, her brainmatter spilling on the red carpet out of her crushed head- hurted even more. When Kurapika walked into her hospitalroom, Baise sat up and promptly regretted it, because -Her crushed head, her crushed skull, her brainmatter spilling on the red carpet out of her crushed- there was a blinding flash of pain digging from the back of her head down to her jaws. The hospital room was so white that it melted into eachother in the explosion behind her eyes- the bedsheets were white, the walls were white, the tiled floor was white, the curtains were white, and her hands on the bedsheets looked just as white clenching into the cheap cloth. "...So you are now Darzones replacement?", Baise had squinted her eyes shut, because everything was white, because everything hurted, because every slow word on her tongue tasted like desinfectant. She wondered what had happned that of all people that little guy had been chosen as the bodyguards new boss. Yet the pain in her skull was enough of an answer and right now that was not important. Nothing was more important than making a phonecall. She needed to make that phonecall now: "Huh... I have eaten cheese more mature than you, but okay, desperate times call for desperate measures..." Alone reaching out with her hand seemed to cost all the energy she had left. "Well than-", with a frustrated huff Baise let her hand sink down into her lap where it continue to lay while every single word hurted echoing in her -Her crushed head, her crushed skull, her brainmatter spilling on the red carpet out of her crushed- skull.But even that was not important.Nothing was more important than making a phonecall. She needed to make that phonecall now: "-hand over your phone." The little steak of eveninglight falling through the white curtains was enough to blind her for a second as the woman squinted one eye open to look at the teenager and utterly annoyed she tilted -Her crushed head, her crushed skull, her brainmatter spilling on the red carpet out of her crushed-her head to the side.

" If you are the boss now than your phone is not listened in, yes? Be a good boy and hand it to me, I need to call someone." Now with her eyes squinted shut gain, Baise made a luring gesture with a not at all neatly manicured finger towards the other. She smiled- not teasingly, not seductively, not beautifully, but tiered,exhausted, hurting. But the fact that smiling hurted was not important. Nothing was more important than making a phonecall. She needed to make that phonecall now:

"I had been out for over a month, bossie, I need to tell someone that I am alive and kicking or I am going to have to organise that someones funereal soon, because they died of worry. You are a good kid and would not want that funereal to happen, yes?"

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The boy she was suppose to drag back to his worrying parents just got kicked in the face with a foot the size of the teenagers whole torso and in the same second a wave of noises washed like a ave through the publicum ranks. Not of worry. Far from worry for the literal child. Baise took another slurp of her milkshake to drown the urge to audibly gag at beeing shown how much the publicum enjoyed watching the fights. But Today was a good day, she remainded herself because she had found the boy before he could have been snatched up by a random pimp to fight and die like a stay dog when he was injured too much.

But today was a good day, she told herself because although right now the boy would be beaten blue and black he would eventually return to his parents, he would heal up, he would know better and eventually, all beaten up he would have no chance to run away from Baise when she went down to the fightingrings to gather him up, patch him up and bring him back to his parents by the back of his neck like a hissing kitten.

Today was a good day, Baise corrected herself so all she did was turn of the tablet and look over her shoulder- she saw the red hair, she saw that she had to look up to the other which was only seldomly the case, she saw the eyes looking at her as if she was a mouse between a cats paws. And than she decided that it was still a good day and that she really did not liked to be looked at like a prey, so instead of flinching all she did was checking her acrylnails:"Yes, I am single and no, i am not accepting any marriage-proposals, my bad. " with a plastical clicking of fake nails she flicked away a imaginable speck of dirt from under her nail and down into the ranks of publicum below her seat. Dirt to join dirt, she thought sardonically: "Any other questions I need to answer or was that all you wanted to know, sweetheart?" [ @muddsludge ]

@muddsludge started following you! "No.", Rising a warning finger like astern teacher towards Hisoka, Baise did not even looked up from her tablet, although there was a change in her: The angle in which she was holding the tablet in one arm had changed slightly, just so slightly, so slightly it was barely noticeable, and showed a reflection of the stranger she could now eye the same time she was continue scrolling through the missing-person-reports: "Whoever you are, I am not in the mood for a Tête-à-tête." The Heavens Arena was known to be the mekka for everyone who seeked out fighting, that was well known, that was loved, that was broadcasted whenever a fight was shown in the TV. What was not broadcasted was, on good days, the teenager from a stable home who grew bored and thought they could leave school and earn their money with a few brawls only to end up alone in a random alleyway like a stray dog because they have injured themself in a brawl and had now neither money for shelter, food or medical assistance. On bad days those teenagers had not even had parents and had been picked up from the street to be send in the arena to bring their income to their pimp until their bones were nothing but dust and their pimp got themself another fighter. But today was a good day. Today was good enough of a day that Baise had decided to sit down by the publicum ranks in the arena, drink a milkshake and let that Teenager get beaten up a few times so she could grab him by the back of the neck as soon as he was down and drag him back to his worried parents who had hired her without having to waste time on catching the boy first. Today should stay a good day, so Baise simply took another sip from her milkshake.

"- be a good Boy, turn your nose to the sun ,go towards it down the street, and leave the work to adults. Now-", annoyed the woman made a waving gesture with a neatly manicured hand as if the other was nothing but a chick she could just shoo away: " -shoo"

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Starter for @sevenspectrum ! "What?" Baise rose a perfectly into shape plucked eyebrow at the other- she had sat down on a with moss overgrown rock like on a chair with a comfortable pillow and with nimble hands pulled off her highheels to slip back in a pair of old boots she had pulled out of her rucksack. The ground of the forest was covered in layers of dead leafs and although past the forest spring had returned with warm sunlight and bright gteens growing everywhere, the forest was shades of dark browns that looked in the little light daring to fall through the thick branches weaved into another like a roof, almost black. The boots looked like old leatherbags that had been thrown off a building and than washed in a washingmachine around fifty years ago compared to the neatly clean and new pair of higheels. "Well yes,I like pretty shoes that make my legs look even more perfect. It takes a lot of work to look as amazing as I do,thank you very much,-" with a quiet huff the woman took her heels and stuffed them into her backpack before slipping her feet into the boots and tieing the shoelaces that were so worn down they felt like silk between her long fingers:" but I am also a fucking professional. Be a good boy and don´t give me that side-eye." ThanBaise crossed her legs coyly and looked up at the usually half a head shorter Hunter with a smile that could have been cute if it would not have been for the sharp shimmer in her eyes like from a cat looking a small,little mouse. Around them the forest was quiet and when before the forestline small thimbleweed grew like silvercoins against the fresh springgreen, past the wall of trees it was dark and cold and brown and black. The warmth of the sun was nothing but a memory left behind by the timbleweed blooming towards the pale springsun.

"Though, from a professional perspective- if our guy is stealing boys" boys, she said, but instead meant the teenagers and men in their early twenties that had joined the nearest villages traditional festivals to celebrate the return of spring and had been night by night disappeared one by one lead away from the warm light of the bonfires by beautiful woman until both were swallowed by the trees like by a dark, wide open mouth. Disappearing with a partner in the forest was nothing new during spring festivals of any kind, yet what was different was not returning at all and Baise had been called in to help after the third boy had not returned when the warm light of the bonfire had been replaced by the pale light of the springsun that so horribly tickled the noses of the people with harmless hangovers who woke up to another one of their villages sons missing: "only when they are having dancingpartys, would it not be more logical to wait at the next party and get them when they lure away their next victim?Like, you know,actual Hunters hunting something? Like- laying in wait?" Tapping a perfectly manicured acrylnail against the lower lip Baise gifted Pokkle with amused chuckle that did not echoed far and was swallowdd by the dead stillness in the forest like crunched by rotting teeth. The silence between the trees was not calm or comfortable. The forest held its breath: " I am sure, if you put some effort into dancing, you could even be lured away.That would make things easier." Waving her left foot teasingly at the other Baise added with a velvetly humm: "Not that I have anything against crawling around in the forest with you, but if you want me sweating,messed-up and out of my heels there are other activities for that."

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Pokemon Type Assignment Quiz ! First Type: Psychic [ 7 strikes!] Psychic type pokemon are silent observers. They enjoy watching others enjoying their daily activities. They learn a lot of information just by observation. They often don’t have much social skills though. They would rather sit alone than with others unless they are very close. Often they prioritize family over friends. However, when they do make friends they are an amazing friend who usually has a ton of gossip to share. Even though they are good at observing, they are a poor judge of character. They often get caught with friends that don’t actually appreciate them.  Advice: Open up a little bit more! Don’t worry to be yourself To check if you are a dual type pokemon, see if you tied with any other results! If you did, the first one you tied with is your secondary type!

Second Type: Ghost [ 7 strikes!] You are a ghost type Pokémon! Ghost is one of the original 15 types! Ghost types are strong against psychic and ghost types. They are weak against dark and ghost type moves. Ghost types are very edgy. They tend to think that they are cooler than all of the other types because they like different things or that their emotions are more intense but really they are just angsty. This is okay though have fun being a little angst ball just don’t be annoying about it.  Advice: it’s okay to fit in with everyone else or like popular things! 

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"Hey, I know it's cold, just hang on..." (ging or chrollo! Your pick)

Sender and Receiver have been trapped in a car under a snowdrift! Send "Hey, I know it's cold, just hang on..." for them to have to spend the night there...

Gings voice was in the minivan almost loud and accompanied by white clouds rising in the greyness hanging in the small room. "Oh," the young womans voice was nothing but a velvetly purr and sweet like a caress around the ears. Between the harbourtown and the airshipport was only one busline that was so seldomly used that the people organising the busdrive had not even bothered to use a proper bus, but simply used a minivan to transport whoever was so strange to prefer taking a longer drive through the mountains instead of the easier route along the coast with the ferry. If the company organising the bustravels would have used a proper bus the snowdrift would not have been tall enough to bury the bus. If the company organising the bustravel would have used a proper bus, they would have needed less time and would have already been at the airshipport instead of beeing burried under snow stuck on half the way. If the company organising the bustravel would have used a proper bus, Baise would not be stuck in minivan with the busdriver sleeping on the driversseat and another Hunter on the backseat while waiting for someone to notice they did no reached the port and sended help to look for them. It was now evening and the last scraps of sunlight dyed the snow past the minivans windows into a deep eveningblue that made the inside of the minivan appear grey and colourless. The carseats leather made a quiet sound when Baise turned around far enough on the paddenger-seat to lean her hand on her seats headrest and place her chin on it to look coyly up to Ging sitting in the backseat from beneath the crest of dark, long lashes that drew elegant shadows on her smooth skin:" and I am sure you will be such a good boy and let your encouraging words follow a miracle to remove the snow burying us?" White clouds hung into the greyness. The drive snorred quietly. Baise fluttered her long, dark lashes sweetly. The minivan was still stuck under the snow. The following smile on the young womans face was more triumphant than friendly as Baise just shaked her head with a amused chuckle dancing along her perfectly pink painted lips. White clouds rose in the air in the tact of her velvetly giggle: "No? Now what a expected disappointment." Beside the stitching meanness there was no honest malice in her voice, so Baise just nonchalantly turned back around to sink back into her seat. "Nice of you to worry, sweet boy, but I am used to the cold." she thought about beeing six years old and sitting on her dads lap with her head sticking out of his coats collar because he had closed his jacket over both of them. She though about beeing even younger and screeching like an happy kitten as her Dada ran after her, snow thrown up by both their feet wildly and shimmering like diamonds in the bright wintersun. She thought about beeing ten years old and watching frostflowers grow on the window and freezing flowers blooming, snugly tucked in between her fathers in their bed while they snored quietly in the much too early morning. She thought about that -yes, she was used to coldness, and no, she was never bothered by it. In the quietness hanging thickly in the minibus there was a rustle as Baise took the woolblanket she had been sitting on to throw it back to the backseat. Pointing a neatly manicured, pink nail over her shoulder at the older man Baise added with a appraising look from beneath dark lashes: "You however, should bundle up more. You will look very ugly if you lips get any bluer. That colour really does not fit you at all and you really do not have to make a point to look any worse than you already do,so please be a good boy and spare me that view." [ @lustraveil ]

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Starter for @lustraveil ! The summerheat seemed to press down on the small shrine and although it was in the middle of the day, even the insects have fled from the bright spot the shrine was standing in into the shadow hanging stringly between the firs surrounding the shrinebuilding like guards. The Torii was so old it had sunken to one side so far it seemed a miracle it was still standing,the small foreststream running beneath the cobblestones behind the gate had died out and the only thing running though it was dust moved by a seldom breeze. Lonely, abandoned, and left behind the shrinebuilding itself was blackned by a former fire from years ago with now a young tree growing respectless right beside the door through cracked cobblestones. From the heat the sink was dried out and empty with not only no water but not even a bambustrovel left for cleaning- which was, naturally not caused by the heat but Baise who had never been in a japanes summer, would have not doubted if somehow the summerheat would have burned the bambustovel away. She for sure felt as if she was about to catch fire with redness burned into her shoulders just from the small walk from the street to the shrine and every breath feeling as if she was swallowing broiling syrupe. Baise used the water from her waterbottle from her purse to clean her hands and face-and she had even bothered to put on makeup in the morning that was now washed off which was in some way even more annoying than the sunburn on her shoulders. Such amazing work of hers- even if it was just light concealer to cover up her freckles and lipstick matching her hair perfectly- should no be wasted by just washing it off. It was dry enough that it felt more as if she was rubbing the layer of dust sticking to her from one spot to another. From the drive in the taxi the water had warmed up and taking a sip from it Baise grimaced horribly. The air was so thick and heavy it felt as if she was breathing in syrup. The firtrees around the shrine were quiet, still, moveless.

"...I thought I would be alone. For an area that is-and I quote, 'almost abandoned' I am meeting suprisingly many people. I expected none and now you are already the second person, taxidriver included. Thats like 200% precent more than expected.", taking another sip of the waterbottle- still horribly warm, still horribly stale, still probably smearing her lipstick which was even worse than the taste and temperature- Baise turned to the newcomer she had notice out of the corner of her eyes. But even than in the summerheat it was so still and moveless-even the firtrees branches held still as if holding their breath in the heat- that the smallest insect would have caught her attention.

"Soooooo do you just happen to be here or are you the kind of guy who saw a tourist and thinks he can rob and scam me?", Baise tilted her head to the side,eyeing the other from head to toe from beneath a raised, perfectly plugged eyebrow: "If so,do your thing, fail at it, regret doing it and shuffle away miserable, because I actually have important work to do here. Alone, at best."

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Baises Fruitful Persona! Tagged By: Little Baby Boss @skarletchains ! Tagging: @kiigan @saiakv @kylo-wrecked @vonbirden @lustraveil @muddsludge @bewitchingbaker @thebrokendollassassin @zoldcks @smokeyjail @distortedkilling @lightfaithed @yeonban...and YOU

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Sexual Traits: Baise BOLDED    is    ❛  yes  ❜    ITALICS     is    ❛  conditional  ❜    or    ❛  partner-dependent  .  ❜    STRUCK-THROUGH    is    ❛  nahhhhhh, not at all, hard pass  ❜

INCLINATIONS  &  HABITS submissive    /    dominant   /    prefers  to  top    /    prefers  to  bottom    /    likes to switch   /    heterosexual    /    gay    /    lesbian    /    bisexual  /   pansexual    /    asexual    /    demisexual    /   enjoys sex with men    /    enjoys sex with women    /   enjoys  sex  with ��aliens /   enjoys  sex  with  androids  /  enjoys   sex  with  (sentient) monsters /  enjoys  sex  with   genderfluid,  agender,  demigender,  or nonbinary individuals   /  enjoys  sex  with  all  genders  regardless  of  how  they  identify   /    enjoys    sex    with    multiple    people    at    a    time    /    enjoys   intimacy   with   women  /    enjoys  intimacy  with  men    /    enjoys intimacy with genderfluid,  agender,  demigender,  or nonbinary individuals   /    enjoys    intimacy    with    all    genders    regardless    of    how    they    identify    /   initiates    /    waits  for  partner  to  initiate    /    spits    /    swallows    /    morning  sex    /    night  sex    /    sex at any time    /    no  sex  drive    /   low  sex  drive    /    average sex drive    /    high  sex  drive    /    hypersexual

BODY  &  APPEARANCE slender build    /    medium  build    /    athletic  build    /    muscular  build    /    curvy  build    /    voluptuous  build    /    chubby  build    /    wears boxers    /    wears  boxer-briefs    /    wears lingerie    /    goes  commando    /    shaves    /    trims    /    does  not  shave     /    waxes / waxes legs   /   cup size a-c    /    cup  size  d-f    /    1-5”  in  length    / 6-9”  in  length    /    10”  or  over  in  length  /  Mun hasn’t thought about length Baise has high standarts for herself and partners. If someone comes unto her not showered and not taking care of, she will very much just close the door on them. Metaphorcially door or real one. Baise puts a lot of work into her appearances and expects a partner to do the same simply out of respect for her as a person.

SOUNDS silent    /    quiet    /    loud    /    grows in volume over time    /    bites  hand    /    bites  partner    /    bites pillow to muffle themselves    /    calls out partner’s name    /    curses  /   growls /  fakes    /    exaggerates    /    prefers  a  quiet  partner    /   prefers  a  loud / appropriately  vocal  partner  /   prefers  a  responsive  partner /  prefers  a  loud  partner    /    prefers a partner who grows in volume over time    /    no preference for partner’s noise level  /  turned  on  by  dirty  talk    /    turned  off  by  dirty  talk

TURN-ONS  &  KINKS having  their  hands  pinned  |  pinning  their  partner’s  hands  |  having their  hair  pulled  |  pulling  their  partner’s  hair  |  being watched  ( by  their  partner )  |  being  watched  ( by  a  third party ) |  watching their partner  |  receiving  oral  |  giving  oral  |  calling  their  partner  ‘ daddy ’  |  being  called  ‘ daddy ’  | calling  their  partner  ‘ mommy ‘ |  being  called  ‘ mommy ‘ | calling  their  partner  ‘ master ‘ |  being  called  ‘ master ‘  | calling  their  partner  ‘ mistress ‘ |  being  called  ‘ mistress ‘  |  giving praise  |  receiving praise  |  biting / marking  |  being bitten  /  marked  |  spanking  |  being  spanked  |  teasing  |  being teased  | having  toys  used  on  them  |  using  toys  on  their partner |  giving anal  |  receiving  anal  |  choking  |  being choked  |  dirty  talk  |  being  tied  up  |  tying  their  partner  up  |  being  worshiped  |  worshiping  their  partner  |  humiliating  |  being  humiliated  |  degrading  |  being  degraded  |  being  pegged  |  pegging  their  partner  |  being  edged  |  edging  |  age gap  |   anonymous  sex  |  blood  play  |  breeding  |  chastity devices  |   clothed / partially clothed  |  condoms  |  deep-throating  |  gun play  |  intercrural sex  |  knife  play  |  lingerie  |  nipple  play   |  orgasm  denial  |  overstimulation  |  pregnancy  |  prostate milking  |  public  sex  |  rimming  |  roleplay  |  sadism / masochism  |  size  difference  |  somnophilia  |  squirting For Baise there is a very big difference between having Sex with someone, because she likes them and having Sex with someone because its convenient (for smoothening the mood, for informations, for strenghtening a friendship, against boredom, to do the other person a favour, to comfort the other). If its for convenient, Baise slips into a dominant role because she wants to get to the end fast. It feels good, as Baise does not sleep with a person if it would not feel good for both of them, but also a hug would very much do the same for her. If she is having sex with someone because she is attracted to them, she will be a lot of more submissive and enjoy beeing taken care of.

PLACES bedroom    /    shower    /    bath    /    pool    /    ocean    /    kitchen    /    home bathroom    /    public  bathroom    /    car    /    tent    /    alleyway    /    field    /    forest    /    school    /    empty  or  abandoned  building    /    library    /    rooftop    /    terrace    /    dressing  room    /    elevator    /    parking  lot    /    museum   /    cemetery    /    beach    /    closet    /    hospital If there is not a bed or at least a chair with pillows, it needs a lot of talking for Baise to consider Sex, even if she is romantically involved with a person. This woman has standarts.

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