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[text]: Don’t get too comfortable.

[text] I couldn’t if I tried. I’m never modelling for a themed catalogue again.

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[text]: EMERGENCY: BRING ICE CREAM

[text] Do they have vegan ice cream here?

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[text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning?

[text] You’ve replied to the wrong number.[text] I ought to say the same.

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send my muse one of the following to see how they react:

[text]: What the hell are you saying? [text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back? [text]: Oops, I brought spandex instead of leather.  [text]: Come on if you’re coming.  [text]: Are we going to do this or what? [text]: Tell me now..so how often have you had sex dreams about me? [text]: Don’t get too comfortable. [text]: S.O.S. [text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning? [text]: Shouldn’t you be sleeping? [text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me? [text]: Is there something I should know? [text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol. [text]: Is that suppose to be a threat? [text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back. [text]: Time for someone to go grocery shopping. [text]: I’m not going with you to see that. [text]: EMERGENCY: BRING ICE CREAM [text]: Send me another picture like that and see what happens. [text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation? [text]: Soo..does that mean you feel the same way? [text]: Just admit it..you missed me. [text]: I was hoping you would go with me. [text]: You’re dead meat. [text]: How do you feel about a threesome?  [text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you. [text]: We are not going there.

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Are they musically inclined?

If he tried, Mukuro could have quite a singing voice--deep and sonorous, although without much range. He’s never tried, though. In fact, the only singing he’s ever done was singing to himself in the shower or while listening to music during cleaning, working on an art piece... Honestly, it’s never quite occurred to him to pay attention to it. It’s not inspiring to him and thus holds little interest besides the superficial fun that it can be.

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Do they have a love interest?

Several, actually. Being very polyamorous, Mukuro is currently involved with Hibari Kyouya and entering into a relationship with Tsukiyama Shuu, both separately. He’s also very close to Dokuro Chrome, albeit not in a sexual way and whose romantic inclinations could be debated? 

What are they afraid of?

For one, Mukuro’s very leery of open water. While he’s fine with pools, the ocean makes him nervous to be beside and he can’t stand to get in it; small ponds are okay if he can see the bottom, but lakes or rivers not so much. 

He’s also deathly afraid of syringes, specifically of the medical sort. He’s only a little nervous with piercing needles and tattoos--it’s only syringes. 

Due to an overactive, morbid imagination he has been known to get nervous in the dark, but it’s not bad enough to actively interfere with his lifestyle. He’s rather claustrophobic, too--he can handle an elevator, but only for as long as it takes to get to the target floor, and he can ride in the passenger seat of a small car if he really has to but would prefer to be on his motorcycle.

Anxiety-based fears, such as fears of rejection, abandonment, humiliation, failure, et cetera, happen but are never very prevalent. He’s very one-step-at-a-time when it comes to these things.

What is one thing about them that they are most proud of?

His ingenuity and inspiration is his proudest point. Mukuro takes a lot of self-esteem from his creations and the effects that they earn, as well as the impact that he makes in other people.

While vain, he’s not so much proud of his looks, as he does have some insecurities in that department. He is proud, though, of all the time and careful effort that he puts into keeping his appearance.

Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?

Nighttime. Mukuro, like many creative people, is a night owl to the bone. He doesn’t enjoy pitch black but he likes the way that lights look at night, the ways street change, how people act and behave versus the daytime. He finds most of his inspiration at night, too.

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✓☮

How do they react to praise?

It depends on the giver and the subject, really. Especially vain, Mukuro accepts praise about his appearance with grace but pride, reveling in the chance to preen. His art? Gracious and professional, not quite humble but never with too much pride. His taste? Amusement, often, and with an easy amiability. 

He doesn’t have trouble accepting praise and doesn’t get too puffed up, though he can be surprised with unexpected compliments that could warrant a less practised, more candid response. 

Do they have an idol or someone they look up to?

In terms of certain aesthetics and ideals, absolutely. Mukuro doesn’t generally idolise anyone outside of a specific field for which he admires them, as his taste is very picky and he has better things to do than follow other people’s lives. 

There are fashion designers he admires and aspires to reach, and artists whose works he is inspired by, models whose aesthetics he follows, et cetera. Some of them are alive, some dead. If he were said to look up to anyone, it would probably be a revolutionary of the design industry. 

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Something that/Someone who makes them happy.

Mukuro isn’t exactly the most likely to be happy so much as: satisfied, content, vindicated, amused, or pleased. The simplistic basis of happiness in and of itself is actually rather rare in his repertoire, though positive emotions are fairly common.

It takes something very special and in special circumstances to make Mukuro outright happy. Hibari Kyouya actually enjoying one of his vegan meals without complaint might do it. A particularly nice dream might do it. Spending time with an especially close lover, having a lunch with Chrome, you never know what might happen.

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♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? ♠ - What are they afraid of? ♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of? ♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) ★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why? ☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep? ☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy. ☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react? ♪ - Are they musically inclined? ♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy? ✓ - How do they react to praise? ✕ - How do they handle rejection? ☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats? ❄ -  Favorite season and why? ☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to? ❤ - Do they have a love interest? ✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand? ♔ - Do they value loyalty? ♕ - Do they trust easily?

questions about your character.

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✪ - favourite food/eating habits!

favourite food/eating habits

Though it’s an extremely messy process that takes time and patience, Mukuro will occasionally make his own pasta from scratch. It’s fun and rewarding, and mainly he enjoys knowing exactly what each ingredient has been through and enjoying the fruits of his own labours.

Also, he refuses to use dried herbs or old spices except for the hardest to find. If he needs herbs, he gets them fresh and chops them himself. Spices he buys fresh in very small quantities so as to keep from wasting them.

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✉ - texting habits

texting habits

Almost never will Mukuro use text speak, partially because he’s native Italian and doesn’t want to screw up Greek embarrassingly, partially just because he prefers to appear more dignified than that. He even writes people’s names out in text for the sake of formality or familiarity, depending on the situation. Emotes are also rare, but he does especially love one--the kiss face, :*

He does prefer text over most other forms of long-distance communication, mostly because it allows more multi tasking than speaking aloud does, and also because no noises will cause interruptions. He also doesn’t have to come up with excuses to take a while to reply, he just...does it. 

His phone contacts list isn’t filled with names, though, typically. It’s nicknames that he intends for no one else ever to see.

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“I’m your Master and you’ll do what I say.” (i love to die)

There were two options, both very attractive: Play along and enjoy the ride (and he knew he would enjoy it), or put up a fuss and maybe earn a punishment. Another tempting possibility, that...

Purring, Mukuro draped his arms around Shuu’s neck and leaned in, eyes half-lidded so he was looking up at him through his lashes. “Si, Master,” he murmured breathily. “What would you have me do?”

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time-wasting habits

Magazines.

Mukuro will never have enough magazines. He doesn’t spend much time on social networks other than updating his gallery pages, and other than a couple of puzzle games he has on his phone for waiting rooms, there aren’t many things to interest him for long periods of time. Rather he tends to spend an inordinate amount of time in almost any magazine he can get his hands on--science, art, fashion, medicine, you name it, he’ll read it. He loves to look at the different editorial layouts, notice themes with different article authors, take note of photograph aesthetics, notice what magazines tend to focus on month to month. He also just enjoys general information. Given a choice, though, he’ll usually pick fashion and design over any other themes.

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taste in music/literature

Mukuro has a very...eclectic taste in music, to say the least. He does enjoy American southern gothic for its classic feel, he loves jazz (especially of the John Coltrane variety), and...he has a guilty affection for pop a la Lady Gaga and Britney Spears. He even listens to a little bit of electronic and R&B. Really, the only things he outright dislikes are hard rock (too chaotic, too much bass) and opera (too high-pitched).

Literature is another beast entirely. While he will delve into other genres occasionally, like enjoying a good mystery, he mainly sticks to the classics of the canon--A Clockwork Orange, 1984, Neuromancer, et cetera. He does prefer the more modern than the classics, though, rarely touching things written before the 1900s and usually the 1950s. T.S. Eliot is one of his favourite poets.

feet

His feet are very well taken care of, albeit a little bit big for Mukuro’s tastes. He wears a men’s 9 (US size), which makes it hard to find heels he enjoys, so usually he has to have them custom-made or edited. He never allows callouses to form, makes sure his heels are smooth and soft, and keeps his toenails trimmed roundly and usually painted black or purple. Like the rest of him, they’re very slender.

favourite food/eating habits

A dedicated vegan (in food only), Mukuro’s very picky about where he gets his food. Only the highest order of cafes and restaurants are acceptable, both for quality and to be sure that the chefs will respect any requests, and he pays close attention to what ingredients he buys at the grocery store. Mainly he cooks for himself, but sometimes he’ll splurge in take-out or a cafe lunch, and often he eats raw foods anyway. He actually eats very little, to the point that people have been concerned over an eating disorder, but he has a very small stomach and not much appetite to begin with after a life that never involved much food at any one time. He’s perfectly happy with a couple pieces of fruit serving as an entire meal and almost never eats all of what he’s served at a restaurant. 

His easiest go-tos are small fruit salads or leafy green salads (usually with some nuts and fruit), but his favourite foods are often breads and pastas. Vegan ravioli is a surefire win.

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Headcanon meme - send me a symbol and I'll describe my muse's...

❣ - hands

❤ - voice

۵ - feet

❦ - lips

ø - eyes

ღ - nose

♮ - body type

♫ - singing voice

✮ - sleeping habits

✉ - texting habits

✿ - laugh

✍ - writing style

⌨ - time-wasting habits

❅ - keeping warm/keeping cool techniques

✎ - taste in music/literature

☤ - self care/first aid habits

✪ - favourite food/eating habits

☁ - ideal holiday

✄ - nervous habits

☂ - sadness

❈ - ideal birthday

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Smut Sentence Starters

“Beg for it.”

“I want to fuck you right now.”

“I’m going to make it hurt.”

“I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“Touch yourself for me.”

“I’m your Master and you’ll do what I say.”

“It’s not going to fit!”

“I’m the only one that would ever fuck you.”

“Spread your legs for me.”

[text] What are you wearing?

“Get on your knees.”

“Did we fuck last night?”

“I didn’t know you were so kinky.”

“I think you need to be spanked.”

“You look good tied up.”

“Put on a show for me.”

“I’m not wearing any underwear.”

[text] I didn’t mean to send those pictures!

“I think the condom broke.”

“You know you like when I tease you.”

“You’ve been a bad boy/girl.”

“We should try adding a third person.”

“You don’t have to be so gentle.”

“Wrong hole!”

“Bend over.”

“I’m never getting on my knees for you again.”

“You’re going to break me.”

“Fuck me.”

“You belong to me.”

“Harder.”

“Punish me.”

“I’m gonna cum!”

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It was on a whim, really, that Mukuro had chosen this lounge and bar rather than Quindecim. It had a gorgeous allure and an old-world aesthetic that reminded him vaguely of the jazz era, in a glitzy, over-polished kind of way, and more to the point it was a gay bar. A hookup sounded like a nice idea, albeit in a vague, opportunistic kind of way. He’d take it if one fell into his lap.

And it seemed that it would. Long legs crossed in a knee-length skirt, he sat with his back to the bar so that he could watch the dance with a neutral smile, occasionally swirling the flute of wine in his hand. He nursed it in tiny sips, taking his good time to avoid too much too quickly. It was easy to get carried away and refill his glass a few too many times.

The art of seeming disinterested was one he’d practised for a long time and was as close to perfecting as ever he’d be. That was why, when a particularly striking figure caught his eye, he let his gaze continue roaming as though they’d never hovered, and as time stretched without their distance shortening he showed no sign of chasing him down. It wasn’t unusual for couples to come here together, and it was always unfortunate to approach someone only to find that they were waiting for someone else, so waiting and looking bored tended to be more productive than hunting for himself.

And here were the fruits of success. The very man he’d had his eye on perched beside him, earning a short but favourable smile of greeting before Mukuro gave himself a moment by pressing his glass against his lips. “Is that so?” he hummed, taking a long, speculative moment watching the dancers before finally turning to look at his company. Now that was success. “Don’t give me too much power, signore, I might use it for evil.”

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Amidst the sultry fumes of dripping cigarettes and row upon row of shapely, half-filled wine glasses, a rather interesting breed of people slipped beneath the pews of stools and the corners of abandoned tables. They danced with their hips and their hands, their chests curved as their lower halves bent and rolled with the rhythm to luxurious soundtracks, their heads thrown back and their erotic allure thrown artistically together with that of the lack of present light. Some feet from the scene of elegant but filthy parade, a firm back rested against that of the wooden bar, elbows bent so that arms could relax back upon that counter-top as the owner of such a frame looked on at the crowd before him.

A new venue for his gaze to roll across, not a single face within that crowd was one he recognised but it made no matter. He indulged in the excitement of an unknown environment, finding it charming how often looks were tossed his way as he merely observed the collision of skin in the heat of the dance floor. Although it was no vibrant club or anything of the sort, the majority of the occupants were in fact dancing out there, leaving Shuu to his drink and the company of the bartender who had seemed more than keen to spill the truth about one or two of the dancers there. As with most folk he met, Shuu had that natural talent it seemed to draw secrets from the lips of those he charmed, their assumptions of him false and secured by merely a line or two of whimsical flirtation or even the brush of his hand against theirs. 

Bored of hearing the local gossip, however, he took himself away from that barman and instead sought out some finer company. An unoccupied seat opposing a perhaps sculptured creature was soon to be his destination for, it seemed upon a brief glance, that was the only other soul to not have his hands caught within the threads of another man’s hair, to not have his fingers clasped about their waists as they moved. With a spare drink in hand, Shuu took that very seat, elegantly slipping into the comfort of the couch as if he was mere water occupying a glass. 

“You don’t mind if I join you here, do you? But of course if you should turn me away, I doubt I could ever get over such vicious heartbreak, mon cher.”