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Beautiful Language Fact:

In French, you call a person you love your “pomme de terre” which literally translated means your “hold on the earth,” or the one who keeps you here on earth, the one who keeps you grounded.

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[▣] one random fact about the mun [▤] one way the mun is like the muse [▥] one way the mun is nothing like the muse [▦] one of the mun’s guilty pleasures [▩] one thing the mun loves about themselves [◘]  the muns morning ritual [◙]  the muns bedtime ritual [◈] one of the muns favorite songs — and lyrics from it [◇] one of the muns favorite movies — and a quote from it [◆] one of the muns favorite books — and a quote from it

Send me any of the following for Munday

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(( I JUST--

NAOTO-- ))

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"Maaan, I kind of miss that casino. I could honestly go for a few rounds of champagne and some blackjack right about now."

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"You look positively ravishing today!"

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"Yes, I have a wide variety of talents, specializing in sadism. Should you be interested, I charge sixty dollars a night."

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Cue the doll bumping her nose on the teen's back, pausing to rub it lightly. A light click could be heard as she tilted her head upward to face him. Being four feet tall had it's disadvantages.

"My deepest apologies, I was not looking where I was--"

A sneeze interrupted her voice, making her frown.

"Oh dear."

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"Oh!"

The spirit had decided to show itself in front of her, which she assumed was his sign of trust--or at least, what she'd read on the webpage. Giggling a little, Andraste clapped her hands together and decided to take a seat on the floor, patting the area in front of her expectantly. The poor thing was probably lonely.

"What a curious little thing you are! Do you fancy yourself a tale?"

He didn't really seem hostile at all, aside from the blood on the door. She'd still wondered who it belonged to, but as long as she didn't give the spirit a reason to be hostile, he seemed almost cute. However on the other hand, she was ready to die today, should things get serious. To her, this was a job for someone who could reincarnate. 

"I wasn't much older than you when it happened, but it was exciting. I haven't felt a thrill like that one in ages! I really thought I was going to die for good, and the pain was unbelievable."

The last word was uttered in a breathy sigh. Human anger was one of the most beautiful things in the world, especially when it was paired with violent intentions.

"But my children...I thought I would save them by offering my life. It turns out they went back on their word. After all...the children of a witch don't deserve a happy life."

          Lighthearted chuckles resonated in the air at the female’s words, A slight wind blowing in the direction of the door as if to encourage her to come in as Rin watched on. She was taking photos, huh? The spirit wasn’t surprised—- a lot of people who heard rumors of the old haunted dorm building that swallowed those who entered it came to investigate, be it out of sheer curiousity, desire for fame or to get money. He followed the other ghost as she skipped down the hallway, the fog that covered the dorm corridors thickening as he floated above her.

          A curious hum was heard at the other’s words, the irregular wind that blew through the dorm despite the lack of open windows seemingly mimicking a tilt of the head. So this lady had died with hatred in her heart, too. He didn’t blame her -not like he had the right to-, being burned must have been painful. And her kids, too… Hurting kids was disgusting. What was done was done, though, it wasn’t like he could have fun torturing the bastards. How unfortunate. He did wonder what this limbo thing she was talking about was, which was partly why he decided to solidify in front of her, face alight with a wide grin and intrigued eyes.

          “Sounds fun! Tell me more! Mooooore!”

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Before she was able to knock once more, her eyes caught sight of the characters making themselves known on the wood of the door. A metalic odor hung in the air, along with a newfound moisture that hadn't been there when she'd arrived. These were all signs she'd read online--nothing at all that surprised her just yet. Leaning forward and closing her eyes, Andraste began to confirm her suspicions.

Sniff sniff. It was definitely blood. But who's?

"Well now, you sure know how ta make a lass feel special, dont'cha?"

In a few clicks, she'd managed to take a picture of the spirit's message. Whether or not it would appear in the photo would be decided later, but for now she wandered inside with a skip in her step.

"You and I, we're sort of alike. You see...I too, once died with feelings of malice."

Uneven footsteps sounded down the hallway as she walked,. Of course, she was no idiot. She'd researched this country, and most spirits here got angry if one decided to look behind them.

"I remember it fondly...My first execution. It was a rather unsettling end, but a fitting one for a 'witch' such as myself. Burned at the stake. Of course, my children were slaughtered next, one after the other. I never forgave them. Spent my first three hundred years in limbo, I did. Can't say it wasn't fun, though."

          For the first time in a long while, Rin was unbelievably, incredibly, mind-numblingly bored. He didn’t have anything to do—- no one was coming to his dorm for some reason, no matter how much he reached out and pulled them in. Something was most likely messing his flow up -like a stray ghost or demon- but he didn’t know what it was, and he didn’t feel like investigating yet. He wasn’t bored enough to spend all the energy it took him to get out of his realm just to scare a lesser being away. Yet.

          The spirit lifted his head when he felt someone -something- enter his domain, gently setting down the white ceramic tea cup half-filled with blood he’d been holding down on the table as his eyebrows rose. This entity was most definitely not human—- it felt like a ghost, actually, which was what surprised the boy. All ghosts here in the True Cross Academy grounds knew it wasn’t a good idea to talk to him, let alone cross into his terriority unless he specifically sought them out, yet one was here. It was very unlikely that something had gotten in from the outside, too; not even he was strong enough to get through them. 

          However, it became clear that this visitor was definitely from the outside when she spoke up—- she didn’t feel familiar in the slightest, disregarding everything else. She knew about him and was seeking him out, challenging him… A smile spread on the ghost’s features when his door was knocked, a pleased expression on his face as he hummed and dissipated in the blink of an eye. Well, this took care of his boredom. Outside, words started being written on the door with red liquid by itself, mist gathering around the dorm building.

                                        C  O  M  E          I  N

                                        L  E  T  ’  S          H  A  V  E          F  U  N !

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The Princess Who Never Smiled, Viktor Vasnetsov

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I love when ghost hunting shows are in a fucking ancient ruin and ask their questions in english

"what is your name" homeboy I was a viking several hundred years ago I don’t know what the fuck you’re saying

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A picture of a Portuguese man o’ war. It is a siphonophore, which is a collection of hundreds of small jellyfish-like creatures that perform a single function like cells in a body. their sting is very painful, and because they are technically made up of multiple life-forms, they can have tentacles as long as 160 feet! The photographer is  Matt Smith. He was the Australian Geographic Nature Photographer if the Year 2014. 

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It was hard enough to get the connections she needed in order to enter a prestigious school such at this, but eventually she had traced her bloodlines backward enough to allow herself to enter as a guest. It was a stretch, and she had basically butchered this country with her little knowledge of Japanese, but it got the job done. All she had done since then was idly explore this maze of doors until sunset, dancing along the bridge railings hundreds of stories up, observing people and swinging around telephone poles until she had reached her destination.

According to the rumours which had brought her to Japan in the first place, the vengeful spirit Onryō resided here. And she would be crazy if she didn't check this out herself. 

She now stood in front of a spooky looking building, what she assumed was an abandoned residence of sorts. Spreading her arms wide, she let out a soft giggle.

"Here I am, dear Onryō! I have come to play with you, young lad!"

Andraste took hold of the camera around her neck, doing a few spins before stepping eagerly onto the stone steps and boldly knocking on the door.

"Come on out and play, don't be shy."

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So uh yeah

starter call and whatnot

also let me know what muse you want, otherwise it's gonna be random depending on who's active right now.