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Send "✖" If you think that I'm playing my character properly.

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Send "Never have I..." + a scenerio for my muse to admit or deny that they've done the scenerio. My muse must be completely honest!

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EVERYONE WHO REBLOGS THIS BY APRIL 15, 2016 WILL GET A DRAWING BASED ON THEIR BLOG!!!

I’m probably digging myself a deep hole. And I love it. I will do it. no joke. it has 3 exclamation marks. That’s how you know I’m serious.

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Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection

Hair: Yearning

Ear: "I want you to hear me out."

Nose: "You're so cute."

Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion

Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain

Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear

Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."

Over the heart: "I love you."

Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust

Hip: Interest

Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day

Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"

Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for

Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."

Fingers: Friendship/amicable

Wrist: Fear of losing you

Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."

Chin: Beauty/attractiveness

Thigh: Sympathy/empathy

Calves: "I will cause you pain."

Feet: "I will serve you forever."/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty

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@amusedmuralist

@inclementindigo

Cod I love clowns, they so gubbin FINNY. Ya'll eel beta thank those two. Saved a shella lot o your basses by makoin me laugh. 

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When matching yourself with a nemesis, it’s very important to ensure that one of you is a shouter and one of you is a monologuer. If you’re both monologuers, you’ll never get around to actually battling, while if you’re both shouters, everything goes all Dragon Ball.

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DEMOCRACY IS SO WEIRD, WHAT MAKES THE STUPID FUCKING MASSES QUALIFIED TO DECIDE WHAT HAPPENS TO THEM?

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Summarize my muse in 3 words.

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She blinks… She can’t be sure at first, if only because of how massive her hair is… but she could swear she felt a small tug. It might be that her hair had gotten caught in something again. Her fins flared wide at what she might find. She didn’t grab her trident. If someone was sneaking behind her to attempt to kill her, she didn’t want to give them any warning. She moved slowly. Oh so very slowly, as to not pull the hair they were grasping away and forced her fins closed so that she could use her peripheral vision. There was a figure at the base of her hair. She grabbed her trident as she spun around fully. Her eyes turned a dull red with rage and her mouth was wide, allowing the interloper to see the several rows of razor sharp and devastatingly deadly teeth. By the time she actually realized who the body was there was only just enough time to stop her trident from smashing through his skull and pan. Had she not realized who it was she wouldn’t be able to look at his face as he sat and played with the ends of her hair… in fact he wouldn’t have had a face, of really… anything above the neck. She didn’t pull the trident from where it was in his forehead. A single drop of his blood wound down his face as she scowled. “The SHELL you think you dofin carpin up me pike that. Do you have any eeldea how close ta meetin the messiahs you just were?”

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Send ◕‿◕ to play with my muse’s hair

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MY MUSE IS NOT ALWAYS RIGHT

   Please keep in mind that, however hard my muse may argue something or however confidently they make a statement, they can be wrong. It’s my muse’s opinion, and my muse talking, and their perception is skewed.               Do not feel like everything out of my character’s mouth is the truth, or that I’m godmodding. 

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if you don’t terrify people a little bit then what’s the point.

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Peggy getting slowly more annoyed by the Americans she is surrounded by and their collective inability to use the letter U.

Steve writing her notes in which he adds a U after every O. Even the ones where there is already a U:

Dear Agent Carter,

Sourry abouut my ignourant American English. I’ll try tou dou better froum nouw oun.

Youurs,

Captain Rougers

Peggy retaliating by writing him notes without the letter U at all:

Dear Captain Rogers

Yo’re not fcking fnny.

yors,

Agent Carter

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Send my muse a couple stars

✪ = I wanna kill you ✪✪ = I hate you ✪✪✪ = I kinda dislike you ✪✪✪✪ = You’re okay ✪✪✪✪✪ = Whoa you’re kinda cute ✪✪✪✪✪✪ = Stop being so perfect ✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ = *nosebleed* ✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ = oh god you are hella sexy ✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ = I wanna have sex with you ✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ = Marry me

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