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Send 💿 for my muse to choose a song that matches your muse's vibe

Please specify the muse for multimuse blogs.

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Reblog if You're Willing to RP Pre-Established Relationships/Friendships

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CONFLICT || short askbox prompts to initiate conflict

you're fucking kidding me, right?

stop. just -- stop.

you don't care about anyone but yourself.

you were a mistake.

hit me, then.

fuck you.

get fucked.

screw you, dude.

i swear to God if you don't shut up . . .

don't fucking touch me.

do us both a favor and just die.

you're a joke.

you really think you have the upper hand?

you'll have to kill me, then.

i wasted so much time on you.

i saw what you did.

i'm going to turn you in.

you can't hide from the truth.

the law will catch up to you, just wait and see.

you must think you're untouchable.

your secret is out.

are you threatening me?

am i supposed to be afraid of you?

you don't scare me.

was that your plan?

you're pathetic.

how do you live with yourself?

how do you sleep at night?

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Top 5 of your worldbuilding details!

1- The Prelates of Death. The Prelates of Death are a group of six zandalari trolls in the service of Bwonsamdi. In return for their loyalty, they share some of their powers with him. These powers will be used to carry out missions on his behalf. In troll culture, they're seen as a kind of bogeymen. The best-known of the six is Oryn. Known as Oryn the Golden or the Executioner.

2 - Anatomy facts. Few people know it, but pandaren have pupils that can become as straight as a cat's.

3 - Cooking. As many people know, cooking is a big part of Pandaren culture. Not for nothing, thanks to their superior sense of taste. They can create some of the finest dishes in Azeroth. Nevertheless, they cook in large quantities.

4 - Fur. Not surprisingly, Pandaren fur changes with the seasons. Thicker in winter, thinner in summer. There's a particular day when they brush their fur more than usual, when it starts to change.

5 - Of red and black. This is the name of a Pandaren festival where some Pandaren dress up as Sha, all in black and white.While others are dressed mainly in red and other bright colors.Those dressed in bright red must chase away those dressed in black and white, playing music. This festival celebrates good feelings, brings good luck and is meant to ward off Sha.

( @safrona-shadowsun I hope you appreciate these little facts.)

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👑 - Person who raised your OC and/or was important during their formative years (For Erik)

There was a clang of a hammer as Erik tossed it in the toolbox with a low curse. Peering about from the side of the wagon, Lars'on tilted his own vulperan head in confusion. "Everything alright?"

"This is so dumb! Why the hell are we doing this?!" The younger of the pair cried back, his growing hand thrown into the air in exasperation.

"Well it's my job," Lars responded firmly but calmly.

"It's not mine."

"But it could be," the older fox further moved around, his bowed legs bouncing him gently over as he reached into a pocket of his vest to produce a red wallet.

Erik slumped down into the sand as he crossed his arms looking as surly as he expressed at the dirt beneath his tail. Lars stood still pulling out a cigarette from the wallet and placing it in his snout with a sigh.

The pair let the silence rest but for the snap of an old match and smolder of the stick.

"I hate the desert," Erik whispered softly.

Lars said nothing as he took a deep drag.

"I hate this work."

The puff of smoke blew out into the sky and drifted away in a haze leaving only an acrid harsh scent.

"I hate this caravan."

Erik bowed his head into hands and sat quiet again for a few moments. Lars took another drag.

The silence continued to rest between them as the sun beat down and made invisible bugs sing their drowning tune.

Eons stretched int he silence before a sizzle and flick broke it and Lars finally spoke. "You done?"

Erik sighed and nodded.

"Get the hammer and get that wheel off," as the older vulpera stalked off back around to his own work. Erik watched his step-father mosey and nodded softly.

"Back to work."

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Anon Day for the vulpera: "Do you also wield kitchen pans as weapons? I think that would be *amazing*.

The heavy iron pan spun in Erik's hand as he let his snout pull back in it's casual grin. "A weapon for sure against hunger. I try my best to be more of a provider than a fighter."

Erik gave a soft shrug as he tossed the pan onto the grill grate to begin heating up before grabbing a couple of thick raptor eggs. "But Azeroth isn't exactly the safest place for the little guy."

Whites and yolks spilled into a bowl with a couple of plops before the shell made their way below into the fire. "So you gotta be as wary, mindful, and prepared as you can."

A handful of scallions were drawn from a nearby box before they hit the cutting board only to be followed by a heavy chop of a thick cleaver. "I do my best to be versatile but sometimes we gotta be blunt."

The greens were made short work by the knife as smoke gently rose from the warming pan. "You want meat with this or just the usual?"

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☼ Favorite time of day? ☂ Favorite weather?

"Be lying if I said I didn't enjoy this constant dusk," Sevlaz as he took a short pull off the 'borrowed' cigar he'd picked up in the Wayfarer. His thick arm resting against the window as he looked out over Silvermoon City with his ruined grin always on his face added to the air of his presence. Ugly as sin but doing his best to enjoy the second chance at this.

"Always thought it more dawn than dusk," murmured the playful and musically toned voice behind him, the pale thin hand coming to wrap behind his green chest and trace a number of stories on the skin.

Sev drew his hand up to idly toy back at the elf's hand with a flemmy chuckle before coughing. "This one of them half full or hall empty kind of things?"

There was soft nip between his shoulder blades sending a shiver into the smaller figure's grip. "Depends on what you're filling."

Cigar butt flying out the window and into the streets below was answer enough of what the 'survivor' intended to do next.

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Anon-Day!

~ Ask my my character anything you want ~ Confess something you would never say to my their face ~ Send them an anonymous letter ~ Give them unsolicited advice you think they need ~ Tell them one thing you like about them ~ Tell them one thing you hate about them ~ Tell them your favorite memory of them

Anything is welcomed on Anon-Day, as long as it’s on anon!

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7 suns

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⚒ What you’d find in their toolshed (if they’d have one) ?

"Fel and shit, how many of these things do you have?" Sev cursed as he opened up the old storage shed in Rachet. His eyes bulging at the sight of all the black iron hanging about on pegs attached to the 4x4 walls.

Erik peered around his leg as he let his foxy smile grow wide and toothy. "Ah my babies. And for your info, you gotta have one for everything."

"Everything?"

"Oh yeah, these beauties are iron and it's super porous. So when you make stuff in them it absorbs the flavor. So I got one for cakes, biscuits, fish, meat, vege-" The vulpera was talking faster and faster as he entered the shed, his hand reverently touching each piece of cookware.

Sev sighed as he rubbed his face. "Why do I keep asking?"

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♟ If they like board games, and how good they are at ‘em

Sevlaz gently chewed on his pipe as he looked down at the board, his face thoughtful and grim at the sight. His own black stone dotted the board in a general mass of chaos while the white stones counterbalanced with their own stem of order.

It was not going well.

"What's your move, Big?" Erik asked as he lifted his own cup of berry juice and gave it a short sip with a wince. The wince clearly gave away that it was far more than just pricklee pear.

"I'm thinking."

"You've been thinking for like 10 minutes," Erik shot back with a roll of their eyes. "Just move."

"Look when it's your turn, you move as fast as you want when it's mine I'll do what I want," Sev returned fire as he pulled his pipe to tap his tusk.

Erik groaned and leaned back on his stool. "You're the worst."

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One Song, 100 Words - "Starlight" by Muse

"That's not good."

"Eh?" Fenrag slowly limped his way to stand in front of the window, his red eyes widening at the growing explosion in front of himself and Sevlaz. "Oh no."

"Yeah my thought as well," grunted the older orc as he began to dig in his belt to draw out his blue billfold. "You'd think you save a reality and you get a pass on the end part."

The younger orc still stared in worry, his good hand leaning heavily on his bamboo staff as he gaped as the fire grew larger. "What do we do?"

Sevlaz unfolded his billfold and grunted as he pulled out the snapped clay pipe letting it fall to the steel floor with a clatter. "Fuck if I know kid."

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domestic headcanons meme!

Send a symbol to hear the following about my muse…

☾ Sleeping habits ☼ Favorite time of day ☂ Favorite weather ¿ Term for the TV device, whether it be “clicker”, “remote”, or something else ↪ Internet browsing activities ☹ Response to a leaky faucet or other household problem ♡ What their wedding invitations would look like ☃ What they wear around the house ��� The worst kind of neighbor they could have, and how they deal with them ♨ Their cooking ability (or lack thereof) ✂ How well they do yardwork (or blow up the lawnmower) ♟ If they like board games, and how good they are at ‘em ✧ How clean their living space is now, and/or would be ideally ♜ Interior decorating aesthetic ♘ Any pets they might have ☗ What you’d find in their cabinets ⚒ What you’d find in their toolshed (if they’d have one) ▀ What they’d hide under the bed ○ What tune their doorbell has, if not a standard ding-dong ☺ What their welcome (or not-so-welcome) mat would say ☻ How late they stay up ♒ If they do their laundry in a timely manner ☆ How they’d throw parties (what would go on at them, refreshments, etc) ✓ What a typical Tuesday night looks like ❥ How they’d invite you home for the night (yes, it could be a pickup line)

Feel free to reblog and add more!

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OC's Background Relationships Ask Game

Send an ask with OC + emoji (or the corresponding text), get a short ramble about the relationship of that OC with the corresponding side/background characters!

🎲 - Biological parents

👑 - Person who raised your OC and/or was important during their formative years

❓ - Estranged family/relatives they've never met

📎 - Siblings/close family

✨ - Children (current or future)

💎 - Chosen family (including warband)

🧸 - Childhood friends

🏆 - Best friends (past, current or future)

💌 - First crush/love

💋 - First kiss

🌹 - First relationship

🌶️ - First intimacy

💍 - Partners (current or future)

💔 - Exes

🍑 - Notable flings

✏️ - Classmates (including other cubs at the fahrar for charr)

⚙️ - Coworkers/boss (krewe/other charr outside of warband)

🐾 - Pets

🔪 - Enemy/nemesis

💢 - Person they can't stand

⚰️ - Someone they lost (not necessarily dead)

🩹 - Someone who was a source of trauma

🗑️ - "It's complicated"

©️ - Bonus: Canon NPC important to them

[Note: doesn't have to be in-depth, and if something is not applicable to an OC, you get to reroll!]

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One Song, 100 Words.

"Sweet Feather" - Yoko Kanno

Mulgore had always been a special place for him.

The very earth sang such beautiful song of spiritual splendor that it offered a respite from the terrors of the world within and without. For many years, Coren had been lucky to wander among the steadfast people of the great valley. From a time of nomadic herds to the settling among the tall plateaus he had traveled among them learning the way of the tauren.

His dark skinned hand gently turned over, no longer the massive three pronged palm of strength. It was more of a human or elven kind that didn't necessarily leave him with a distaste for this form, but a longing for the familiarity of old. It was unwise to think in such matters in service of the Bronze but he could not help it.

He was only a mortal in an immortal shell.

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