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h-he...h-hewwo????

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           ❝ I’ve made

               A multitude of mistakes. My first being born, my second is using anon. ❞

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TRY TO MAKE MY MUSE ANGRY.

POKE AT THEM. pester them, dig into their PET PEEVES and use them to your advantage. make my muse SEETHING with rage at yours, push their limits and see how far you can make them go. **NOTE: for some muses, use this with CAUTION.

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"I... I'm in love with you."

  Send my muse “I…I’m in love with you.” for my muse’s reaction

     ♚ ┈ ¦  Ivlis didn’t quite follow. Love? That was something he felt for Licorice, of course he had loved his son. No matter how over protective and…attached, his son might be, he still felt the motherly protection over him as he did for Poemi and…another child.

           ❝  Licorice, I love you as well…                    You’re my son, of course I love you. ❞

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on my fingertips,

                          is the reddest glaze you’ve ever, ever, ever, seen!

indie ivlis  unth                                                                                                                rules

written   .   cas                                                                                                                muse

“all i want is to be loved,”

                        sayin something like that can be nothing but  a  trap!

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┆♔╶ @soleirie has given love to young Ivlis !

        ♚ ┈ ¦ Beaming up at his Father, the Young Devil gently reaches for Siralos’s gloved hand. It was bliss up here, the sun shining and days bright. The fields warm and welcoming, his Father loving and Sister playful and strong. Ivlis loved his life, but especially held a special love for his father, leaning into Siralos slowly and smiling brightly.                    ❝ Of course! Everything always is so beautiful...                             Can you show me again how to make suns? ❞

       ♚ ┈ ¦ He was eager, always yearning to learn and do exactly as his Father had. It didn’t seem like a warning sign to him, to want to be equal to Siralos. He had always been taught however, his God is before anybody else, and accepeted such. Yet Ivlis loved his loopholes, thinking to keep Siralos above, it wouldn’t be bad to know and understand how Siralos’s magic works.

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       ♚ ┈ ¦  As the smoke surrounded the lungs of the Devil, he only began to cough worse. Backing up, his eyes traced and trailed the God of Smoke’s, attempting to see through or find what he had been thinking about. He knew that look, the purple glowing eyes, the look of lust and brutality. It made the Devil nervous, his clawed fingers beginning to twitch.

                  ❝ You...                            I’ll be, taking my leave now. ❞

      ♚ ┈ ¦  Seeing the God dissapear only furthered his assumption. This was a trap of some sorts and he’d be paying consequences for it. Ivlis bolted, trying fruitlessly to escape. His clothes sizzled slighty, a sharp burning sensation had hit the shoulder of the Devil. Instinctly, he turned around and let his hand collide into Fumus’s cheek. The words had barely sunken in as he heard them, yet a drop of sweat rolled lightly down his cheek as he bolted once more for the door to escape. All while feeling the burning, sting from the cigarette on his shoulder.

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            ♚ ┈ ¦ Theres some shade in the air and you can smell, Ivlis is by himself, I THINK HE’LL TELL IT

           ❝ Oh FUCK YOU,                            That was a direct attack! ❞

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@unhingedsea

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I Hope You Know // Submitted by: Anonymous

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Send me “Bad Touch” for some randomly generated violence.

Or send “Bad Touch reverse” for our muses to switch roles.

1) Slapping your muse across the face 2) Punching your muse in the face 3) Punching your muse in the shoulder/arm 4) Kicking your muse off of their feet 5) Stepping on your muse’s foot 6) Biting your muse 7) Grabbing your muse’s face 8) Wrapping hands around your muse’s neck 9) Pushing your muse into a wall 10) Pushing your muse to the ground 11) Holding a gun to your muse’s head 12) Shooting your muse in the arm/leg 13) Holding a knife to your muse’s throat 14) Using a knife to slash your muse across the arm 15) Hitting your muse in the head with a blunt object 16) Scratching your muse with their nails 17) Throwing something at your muse 18) Stabbing your muse with a sharp weapon 19) Breaking one of your muse’s bones 20) Twisting your muse’s arm

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Send my muse "I…I'm in love with you." for my muse's reaction

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      ♚ ┈ ¦   After taking several blows to the stomach, the bloodied Devil sat himself down and leaned back, alone in his ‘room.’ The shackles cut deep into his ankles, making Ivlis occasionally hiss out in pain. Though he was glad for this alone time. If, it can even be considered peaceful. A song in his head, with eyes glowing dim as an ember, he began to softly hum.             ❝ Then could I have it all back..                                          in once piece? ❞

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hi there! it’s shadow here with a new independent blog for funamusea rp. do me a favour and like or reblog this post if you’d be interested in interacting with a chlomaki.

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hey-o! shadow here with a new independent blog for funamusea rp. if you’d be interested in interacting with a licorice, go ahead and like/reblog this post!