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「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」     SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.

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Send my muse a nightmare!

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Send "I receive ____, you receive ____" to offer a trade with my muse and see if they'll accept it or not

Fill the blanks with the items(?) for trade

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✧༺ 50 fluffy starters ༻✧

Send a symbol for my muse... Send a symbol + 'reverse' for change roles

💕 – hugs your muse from behind and refuses to let go.

🌺 – braids flowers into your muse’s hair.

🍼 – falls asleep in your muse’s lap.

🌥 – naps beside your muse, arms tangled together.

🍯 – makes something sweet just for your muse.

🌸 – gives your muse a flower crown.

🧸 – cuddles with your muse under a cozy blanket.

🍓 – feeds your muse berries.

🌼 – gives your muse a forehead kiss.

🌙 – and your muse stargaze together.

💌 – writes your muse a handwritten love note.

☕ – brings your muse a warm drink on a cold day.

🐇 – compares your muse to something cute.

🍰 – bakes something and insists your muse be the first to taste it.

🎀 – ties a ribbon around your muse’s wrist.

🛏️ – invites your muse to a lazy morning in bed.

🐾 – brings home a pet for your muse to cuddle.

📚 – reads a book aloud to your muse.

🧁 – kisses frosting off your muse’s nose.

🎶 – sings a soft lullaby to your muse.

🌷 – blushes after accidentally holding your muse’s hand too long.

🎠 – takes your muse to a cute date at a fair or carnival.

🧥 – offers to share their oversized sweater.

🐥 – compares their warmth to a little chick and cuddles closer.

🪻 – brings your muse fresh wildflowers.

🍪 – and your muse bake cookies and get flour everywhere.

🪄 – calls your muse magical after a compliment.

💤 – falls asleep mid-sentence while talking to your muse.

🧺 – takes your muse on a spontaneous picnic.

🎨 – paints or draws your muse while they’re not looking.

📸 – keeps taking photos of your muse because “they’re perfect”.

🐚 – collects pretty seashells and gifts the nicest one to your muse.

💍 – slips a candy ring onto your muse’s finger.

👒 – lets your muse try on their hat or hoodie.

🌤️ – and your muse share an umbrella during a rain.

🎈 – brings your muse balloons just to make them smile.

🪵 – and yours cuddle up by a fire.

🛁 – helps your muse unwind with a relaxing bath or spa night.

🧽 – insists on a silly bubble fight while doing chores with your muse.

📦 – builds a blanket fort and invites your muse inside.

🐻 – compares your muse to their favorite plush toy.

💫 – dreams about your muse and tells them everything.

🎧 – shares one earbud with your muse to listen to a playlist together.

🧃 – offers your muse their last juice box.

🫧 – lets your muse pop all their bubble wrap.

🧷 – fixes your muse’s outfit with a shy blush.

🕯️ – lights candles for a peaceful evening with your muse.

🫖 – invites your muse to a soft tea date indoors.

🪞 – catches your muse staring and smiles softly.

🧵 – sews something small for your muse to keep.

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on anon or in character, accuse my muse of something!

it could be something heavy! something small and insignificant! something true, something false, something you or your muse suspect, something meta! go wild!!

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A-Z NSFW HEADCANON MEME !

i know this has been done several times before, but if by chance any of the following questions appeal to you specifically, you've come to the right place! this meme contains NSFW content, so adults only please! ♡

afterwards — what kind(s) of aftercare do they like being given? do they like giving their partner aftercare? do they fall asleep quickly after sex?

beg — do they like making their partner(s) beg? do they like begging their partner?

body — what is their favorite body part of theirs? of their partner(s)'? are there any specific body parts they like to pay special attention to (ex. feet, hands, ass, etc)? where are their erogenous zones? where are they most sensitive?

clothing — do they like to have sex fully or partially clothed, or do they prefer having sex naked? would they ever move an article of clothing aside for stimulation/penetration (ex. pulling their panties to the side for penetrative sex)?

cum — how long does it take to make them cum? do they have any kinks relating to cum? do they like when their partner(s) cum(s) inside them? do they like cumming inside their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) cum on any of their body parts? do they like cumming on any of their partner(s)' body parts?

delay — do they like having their orgasm delayed/denied? do they like delaying/denying their partner(s)' orgasm?

dirty talk — are they turned on by dirty talk? turned off by dirty talk? is there anything they like their partner(s) to appeal to when talking dirty with them?

drive — how high is their sex drive? are they hyposexual, hypersexual, or somewhere in between? does it change depending on the circumstance? how often do they have sex?

dynamic — are they dominant? do they like to be dominated? how do they show their dominance? how do they show their partner(s) they want to be dominated? are they more versatile or does it depend on the context/their partner(s)?

eyes — do they like to be watched while they're having sex? do they like to watch others having sex?

fantasy — do they have any sexual fantasies they'd like to try out? have they ever gotten to act on a sexual fantasy?

g-spot — do they like g-spot/p-spot stimulation? do they prefer giving or receiving it, or does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like to stimulate the area with toys?

hair — do they shave or wax? do they let their hair grow out?

humiliation — do they like being humiliated or degraded? is there anything specific they like being humiliated or degraded for? do they like humiliating or degrading their partner(s)?

impact — do they like spanking/being spanked? whipping/being whipped? hitting/being hit? any other kind of impact play not listed here?

kink — what are their kinks? do they have a primary kink? are there any kinks they'd be interested in trying? are there any kinks they don't like or aren't interested in trying?

lingerie — do they own lingerie? if so, how often do they wear it? what kind of lingerie do they like to wear the most? do they like when their partners wear lingerie for them?

location — where do they like to have sex the most? would they ever have sex in a 'risky' place (ex. in the office, closet, public bathroom, etc)?

lube — do they use lube during sex? how much of it? do they like flavored lube and/or lube that brings particular sensations? can they become naturally lubricated enough to not need lube during sex?

marks — do they like being marked? do they like marking their partners?

music — do they like to play music while having sex? what kind of music? is the music for vibes, aesthetic, or simply to drown out the sounds they and their partner(s) make (or even a mix of all three)?

names — do they like being called names in the bedroom? if so, what kind of names? are they pet names or are they names to appeal to a praise/humiliation kink? do they like calling their partner(s) names in the bedroom? do they have a daddy/mommy kink?

orgasm — how would their partner(s) know if they orgasm? what is their orgasm reaction like? are they sensitive after having an orgasm? what is the most effective way to get them to quickly orgasm?

positions — what are their favorite sex positions? do they have a singular favorite sex position? are there any positions they would like to try? are there any positions they don't like?

praise — do they like being praised? is there anything specific they like being praised for? do they like praising their partner(s)?

queen — are they a size queen? do they prefer length, girth, or both? do they like textures?

restraint — do they like being restrained? do they like restraining their partner(s)? are they into softer bondage or more hardcore BDSM?

sensation — do any specific sensations turn them on? are they into hot wax? ice? tickling? specific textures? anything else not listed here?

sexting — do they like sexting their partner(s)? do they ever send nudes? do they like receiving nudes? do they find sexting more or less difficult/fun than curating sexual experiences in real life? are they any different while sexting than they are during real life sexual experiences?

size — how big are their genitals? what cup size are they? what are their body measurements?

sounds — what sounds do they make during sex? do they laugh a lot during sex? are they chatty during sex?

stimulation — how do they prefer to be stimulated? do they like being given handjobs? do they like being fingered? do they like being given oral? is/are there any specific spot(s) on their body they like being stimulated the most? where do they like to stimulate their partner(s)?

strip — does your muse like stripping for their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) strip(s) for them? do they like their partner(s) stripping them naked? do they like to strip their partner(s) naked?

style — do they like it rough? do they like it soft? do they prefer fucking or making love? do they like a hard and fast pace, a slow and gentle pace, or does it vary/depend on the situation?

top or bottom — are they more of a top or a bottom, or are they more versatile? does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like penetrating or being penetrated more? do they like giving oral or receiving oral more? do they like stimulating or being stimulated more?

tease — do they like teasing their partner(s)? do they like being teased? how do they like to tease/be teased?

toys — do they own sex toys? how often do they use them? do they prefer using them on themselves or their partner(s)?

turn on — what turns them on?

volume — are they loud, quiet, or somewhere in between during sex? do they get louder over time? are there any activities that affect their volume during sex? do they prefer a loud or quiet partner?

wet — do they like bath/shower sex? would they have sex in other bodies of water (pool, lake, ocean, etc)?

[actorsmanor]

Alvis sniffled. He didn’t even get a chance to explain himself. He could try calling again, but Dextrum was a busy being. With a fist, he rubbed his eyes, absolutely mortified as he started to make his way towards work anyways. He truly was just racking up reasons to be fired— late, no prior call at least two hours before, and oh yeah.

Wearing a maid dress instead of company uniform, the only thing even suggesting he worked there being the badge he carried in his suitcase and stuck on the collar of it.

When he was at his boss’ door for their usual check in, roughly 8 minutes late, Alvis was biting his lip hard. He really didn’t want to do this, his shoulders were all hunched up like he could hide himself with them, but the fear of being more late then he already was had him knocking.

“….Mr.Sinatik.”

Alvis. Special outfit.

“I am going to get fired.”

That was the predominant thought racing in Alvis’ brain as he looked at the time on his phone in dread, tearing up. He was a star employee, typically there with time to spare till clocking in. Add on top of that his fear of being late, and how he typically walks or takes public transportation, more time is added onto his waiting period for his shift to start. But today was the most peculiar of days, and Alvis isn’t even quite sure he knows how to explain what happened.

It started on the bus. He had been minding his own business, sitting close to the door so he can get off quick. But the seat he always sat in on Tuesdays? There was someone random sitting there, and that should’ve been enough for him to know the whole day was going to go badly when he had to push down his annoyance someone was in his unofficial spot and walk further down. If he believed in such things, that would’ve been a bad omen for sure.

Next, the bus had to be re-routed. It went to an area he was completely unfamiliar with. He never walked that way for himself, and thankfully never had to keep an eye on one of his brothers and go in that area either. Despite the bus drivers apologies, and the bickering of people around him over this, he thought at worst he was just going have to bite down his trepidation, get off at the next stop, and walk the rest of the way towards work. He kept glancing at the time, but even with him having to use Google maps, he knew he should be able to be on time if he got going right away.

The second he stepped off the bus he had started briskly walking towards work. Grimacing internally at any eyes he could feel glancing towards him, he made sure to keep his briefcase close. It really, really should have been that at the worst, barring the expected annoyances of the day should he run into any coworkers in the building on his way to his desk or during lunch.

….Why is he in a maid dress, then?

Alvis’ face was a pink mess as he sniffled. Trying to rein himself in, to not just fully start crying as the panic so badly made him want to do. On the sidewalk wearing just that, clutching his suitcase, and not too far off from work all things considered.

Everything had happened so fast. Him getting ran into by a person, his work outfit ruined by a horrible stain from whatever black substance they were carrying. It left an oily residue on him, and he had promptly blanched then, but had wanted to go about it respectfully despite how it made his skin crawl. He hated unexpected things, and while oil substances are things he can handle when he’s working on pieces of technology, he usually is mentally prepped for it. He had denied their offer of help, but the person kept insisting, stating they own a nearby store. They just wouldn’t leave it alone, and he though he wanted to just continue on his way, he soon found himself getting pulled that way. Skin crawling at the touch, but ready to just accept the help if it meant he could just grab a shirt or something and go. Their words kept drowning him out, though had he known this would be the outcome, he would’ve been more assertive in his need to leave.

More people came over as he was led in, and it was a blur till he was rushed to the bathroom. Shoved inside, and told they had some stain remover. He insisted he can do it himself, or just needed a shirt, but they said they’d come in and get the clothes off him, so he warily stripped and held it and his stained pants out after cracking the door. Stewing in his nerves, but they insisted they could take care of all the stains, about twenty minutes left till his shift starts.

In a way he just cannot fathom… they ruined his shirt. His pants. There was a sharp chemical smell in the air, bleach like but decidedly not just that, that told him they likely had tried. But they wouldn’t show him either, the holes they apparently burned into them. They also didn’t just have normal clothes. He had been so focused on getting in and out, and not tripping over the people who greeted them, he didn’t realize with how this was a…. Special store. One he would never in a million years step into on his own, despite their offer to let him take products that complimented the outfit for free due to this whole mess.

So here he is. On the verge of crying, in the only clothes they had on hand that fit him that kind of covered him up. He’s not about to be arrested for public indecency, walking out in just boxers. Not when he was bashful as is just taking his shirt off. At least the skirt of the maid dress was poofy, covering a good length of his legs, so he didn’t have to worry on that front. Just everything else.

The time was now too close that even if Alvis reached the building wearing his typical clothes for work in the next five minutes he’d still be late between having to get in, going through the building, and getting set up. With a dry hiccup, he followed through with his anxiety and duty bound nature. He may be fired but he still had to let his boss know that he had tried to come to work. That he didn’t just skip— he had to call his boss.

Ring…. Ring….

“H-hello.”

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Alvis. Special outfit.

“I am going to get fired.”

That was the predominant thought racing in Alvis’ brain as he looked at the time on his phone in dread, tearing up. He was a star employee, typically there with time to spare till clocking in. Add on top of that his fear of being late, and how he typically walks or takes public transportation, more time is added onto his waiting period for his shift to start. But today was the most peculiar of days, and Alvis isn’t even quite sure he knows how to explain what happened.

It started on the bus. He had been minding his own business, sitting close to the door so he can get off quick. But the seat he always sat in on Tuesdays? There was someone random sitting there, and that should’ve been enough for him to know the whole day was going to go badly when he had to push down his annoyance someone was in his unofficial spot and walk further down. If he believed in such things, that would’ve been a bad omen for sure.

Next, the bus had to be re-routed. It went to an area he was completely unfamiliar with. He never walked that way for himself, and thankfully never had to keep an eye on one of his brothers and go in that area either. Despite the bus drivers apologies, and the bickering of people around him over this, he thought at worst he was just going have to bite down his trepidation, get off at the next stop, and walk the rest of the way towards work. He kept glancing at the time, but even with him having to use Google maps, he knew he should be able to be on time if he got going right away.

The second he stepped off the bus he had started briskly walking towards work. Grimacing internally at any eyes he could feel glancing towards him, he made sure to keep his briefcase close. It really, really should have been that at the worst, barring the expected annoyances of the day should he run into any coworkers in the building on his way to his desk or during lunch.

….Why is he in a maid dress, then?

Alvis’ face was a pink mess as he sniffled. Trying to rein himself in, to not just fully start crying as the panic so badly made him want to do. On the sidewalk wearing just that, clutching his suitcase, and not too far off from work all things considered.

Everything had happened so fast. Him getting ran into by a person, his work outfit ruined by a horrible stain from whatever black substance they were carrying. It left an oily residue on him, and he had promptly blanched then, but had wanted to go about it respectfully despite how it made his skin crawl. He hated unexpected things, and while oil substances are things he can handle when he’s working on pieces of technology, he usually is mentally prepped for it. He had denied their offer of help, but the person kept insisting, stating they own a nearby store. They just wouldn’t leave it alone, and he though he wanted to just continue on his way, he soon found himself getting pulled that way. Skin crawling at the touch, but ready to just accept the help if it meant he could just grab a shirt or something and go. Their words kept drowning him out, though had he known this would be the outcome, he would’ve been more assertive in his need to leave.

More people came over as he was led in, and it was a blur till he was rushed to the bathroom. Shoved inside, and told they had some stain remover. He insisted he can do it himself, or just needed a shirt, but they said they’d come in and get the clothes off him, so he warily stripped and held it and his stained pants out after cracking the door. Stewing in his nerves, but they insisted they could take care of all the stains, about twenty minutes left till his shift starts.

In a way he just cannot fathom… they ruined his shirt. His pants. There was a sharp chemical smell in the air, bleach like but decidedly not just that, that told him they likely had tried. But they wouldn’t show him either, the holes they apparently burned into them. They also didn’t just have normal clothes. He had been so focused on getting in and out, and not tripping over the people who greeted them, he didn’t realize with how this was a…. Special store. One he would never in a million years step into on his own, despite their offer to let him take products that complimented the outfit for free due to this whole mess.

So here he is. On the verge of crying, in the only clothes they had on hand that fit him that kind of covered him up. He’s not about to be arrested for public indecency, walking out in just boxers. Not when he was bashful as is just taking his shirt off. At least the skirt of the maid dress was poofy, covering a good length of his legs, so he didn’t have to worry on that front. Just everything else.

The time was now too close that even if Alvis reached the building wearing his typical clothes for work in the next five minutes he’d still be late between having to get in, going through the building, and getting set up. With a dry hiccup, he followed through with his anxiety and duty bound nature. He may be fired but he still had to let his boss know that he had tried to come to work. That he didn’t just skip— he had to call his boss.

Ring…. Ring….

“H-hello.”

[actorsmanor]

WOULD YOU RATHER? Send my muse any two things and they have to pick between them.

examples: colours, places, books, movies, television shows etc.

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OC ask game - Make my muse get caught red handed doing something!

🩸 : get caught washing off blood from their clothes or from themselves

✂️ : get caught about to cut their hair/bangs

🎶 : get caught singing or humming a song

🐈 : get caught talking to their pet/a street animal

🍓 : get caught snacking at 3 am

🎬 : get caught reciting the lines of a musical/movie/series perfectly while said media is playing on the TV

💬 : get caught chatting with their s/o or crush very late at night

🗯 : get caught doing something they would never admit (example: curse)

👕 : get caught trying out a new style (the fit looks horrendous)

👔 : get caught trying out a new style (but it looks actually good)

🌧 : get caught crying with a piece of media

🩹 : get caught healing their own wounds

🥊 : get caught in the aftermath of a fight

🔉 : get caught listening to music while thinking their headphones are connected to their phone (they're not)

💤 : get caught asleep in a weird place/position/moment

Specify for blogs with multiple muses!

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Send "Do you trust me?" to see whether or not my muse trusts yours.

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Intrusive thoughts - Illinois with any thought about Avaris he would never mention to the man himself

Illinois has a lot of intrusive thoughts. His mind never stops, one of many reasons the man’s so fatigued even though he never just stops. Besides that one time Avaris got him to freeze up, in both mind and body, from being so tender with him, from helping clean him up after he cried. He’s used to just brushing past them, acknowledging them for what they are.

These ones though?

It’s already been made clear Avaris isn’t like that, and it isn’t something he wants in the first place. But he keeps getting intrusive thoughts of Avaris going through with his words, of leashing Illinois and bringing him out for others to see at his side, to bring him to a restaurant like that. To have him and show him off to others.

Illinois just tucks his hat down, obscuring his face from view. The man doesn’t need that, it’s a thought born from a trauma he also pushes aside. Plus, he doesn’t want to hurt Avaris, asking him to be like those when he does truly love Avaris for how he is. That’s part of why he loves Avaris so much, how much respect the man holds for him and doesn’t want to tear down his own respect for himself.

…Damn intrusive thoughts.

[actorsmanor]

Intrusive thoughts - Zach^2, children with Daevithir~

It starts with the Author.

Family wasn’t much of a thing he thought on, beyond his keeping an eye on his two younger brothers. After what they did to their parents? Yeah, kids were the last thing on his mind.

But he had shown up to a local bookstore to do a signing. He liked to do those from time to time, to keep up human appearances. To have a presence that wasn’t just the creeper serial killer lurking in the woods. Who would think charming and handsome Zach would be the same one dismembering people for fun, listening to screams like they’re songs? Not those who actually talk to him, and not just read his books. He gives good advice on how to write many different genres and themes, even if his favored books are psychological thrillers.

So here he was. The line had died down, and he was still due to sit there for another hour or so at the set up table. The thought had come unbidden when a mother walked past with a child the spitting image of her. An intrusive thought of ‘would my kids look more like me, or Daevithir?’

He started to tap his pen as he realized the thought he had. Why the fuck would he be thinking on kids? Daevi already rejected his ideas for the seal, and it’s not like he himself cared for any. Plus, what was he going to do? Write Daevithir a woman? He wouldn’t be able to handle taking care of a pregnant woman, especially one as masochistic as Daevithir tends to be. Despite Daevithir’s threat, too, surely the man couldn’t be serious about….

He cut that line of thought off, cheeks a faint pink, and flashed a smile as another person approached. Time to get back to the signing.

———-

It ends with the Host.

The second Author started that train of thoughts, when Host suddenly had the memory of them, they made them keep coming more and more for him. Whereas the Author had shaken it off, the Host was now plagued with thoughts. Mumbling to himself as he tried to distance himself away from them. They weren’t fit to raise kids, not with being bound to the manor, not with him being blind, not with how they were living life overall exploring their own passions, even if they could magically pop a kid into existence.

…So why was there a lingering feeling in him like it’s something that should happen? That will happen, and it’ll happen in a past he just hasn’t connected to quite yet.

It gives him a headache, and with no one around, he groans and lays his head on his desk. Bandages welling with blood as he continues to mumble.

“…The Host needs to find a way to rid himself of Author’s every thought as if they just occurred yet always have been. Goddamnit. This sucks.”

[actorsmanor]

Zach. Shock collar.

“Seriously? A shock collar.”

The Author looked less then impressed at you as he fiddled with the black bulky collar. It wouldn’t come off, and he could only assume that it was part of the Actor’s games when even his writing couldn’t get it to unlatch. His yellow eyes were still hidden for now, just the green of his disguise as he crossed his arms, looking at you like you were scum. As if he was any better, seeing he’d do this on a regular Tuesday for fun with random people he kidnapped off the street for the hell of it.

A remote was in your hands.

“That’s low, for one of his guests. Well, get to it. What do you want.”

[actorsmanor]

Send 🧠 + an intrusive thought for my muse to have, and they'll react to having it

[actorsmanor]

Wedding Bell Wednesdays! Send "🔔" if your muse would marry mine!

If you can't see the emoji, send "BELLS!"

[actorsmanor]

“…Fate.”

Dark’s words are clipped, but that’s a natural state of being for him. Multi colored eye glowing as he still holds the bars, and wings starting to stretch again as he waits. When it bumps the bars though, he glances over his shoulder, the increase in the ringing pitch the only thing showing he was startled to see the new additions on his body. Then he spots the decor in the background, and turns to raise an eyebrow at Fate. His tendrils moving around and staffing to try to shove through different bars, and when that doesn’t work, through the decor itself. His aura still works, dissolving things as he touches them in the cage.

Interesting choice XD

*The black wings on Kursunav interestingly enough seem to shine with hues of red and blue near the ends of the feathers , but mostly purple along the middle. Kursunav opens his eyes as he’s set in the bird cage, wings stretching and giving a flap as he pushes himself up with his arms. Absolutely blank as he takes in his surroundings, before he attempts to teleport out the cage. It doesn’t work, and he ends up just standing near the side, wings tucking as he grasps the ornate metal. He still looks a bit sleepy from being knocked out, even as the ringing in his aura grows. He doesn’t seem to have realized he has wings yet. *

,,,,,That silence from him feels dangerous.

Fate looks helplessly at him. Just. Absolutely enamored. Like a fool. The danger doesn't register.

... And he settles to watch him, absolutely fucking enthralled.

"... Hello, beautiful~"