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Summer-themed starter sentences!

“Woah! When did you get so tan?”

“You could have drowned!”

“It’s so hot… Maybe you should take your clothes off.”

“Buy me an ice cream!”

“There’s a festival tonight, if… you don’t have plans already?”

“My house has air conditioning, you know.”

“I think I’m melting…”

“Take me to the beach!”

“We could just sneak in to the movies…”

“You’re totally sunburned! You look like a lobster!”

“Don’t touch me, I’m already sweaty…”

“But… I can’t swim.”

“You can’t swim?”

“Stop eating your ice cream like that, you’re giving me ideas…”

“Let’s go skinny dipping tonight.”

“Is this… *your* speedo?”

“Do you want to go to the theme park with me?”

“The ferris wheel stopped…”

“Send some of that breeze my way.”

“You can’t just sleep all summer.”

“You’re hogging the fan.”

“Put some clothes on!”

“You’ve never been camping?”

“I’m afraid of rollercoasters…”

“It’s too hot for that…”

“Did you do your summer homework?”

“So once you go home, I guess we won’t see each other anymore…”

“I wish this summer could last forever.”

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“You look as beautiful and as dangerous as the mermaids in the big sea near Entorarth.”

"And which of the two conceives flattery for you? Beauty or danger?"  Ivana inquired playfully - banter, not a challenge or a parley. The shadows rooted to the canvas behind her seemed to slow their motion to her inquiry, as they too were at a curious, playful peak. "If you're not flattered by either, why grant me a private conversation that consists of comparing me to the likes of mermaids? Is there a curiosity my appearance can satisfy?" The gentlest curve of the corners, barely enough to shift her pale cheek under the pull yet firm enough to stay in place when she found herself analyzing the male.

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Miss Mosh

Glamorous❤Vintage❤Soul

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The number had been lost without a trace. Even under the iron grip of a sharp mind, the count had been whisked away on the gust of powerless screams. The countless roars were a rush for all, rupturing the very concept of tranquil with each flash of white over pitch black corners. Every directionless drip of an unknown substance. Each whiff of gangrenous tongue looming overhead. When her form finally stopped shifting, she took a moment to acknowledge her missing figure of how many homes she had disturbed. Lingering only as a shadow wrapped in an alley’s lightless embrace, she took ease to enjoy the pulsating stimulant her last stop gave her. Even the very calculation of every human loosely shaking in a heap on their patterned floor; a second figure she had somehow misplaced. It was pretty easy to lose when the two rarely lined up, the house and the scare number, even on a sparser occasion. Many sat alone in their beds with only her unwanted eye over them, while some shared a space with another unfortunate soul. Ivana even found moments to dishevel an Ouija board before any real calls could be made. So many whimpering piles; only the greatest of the gods knew how much she favored sleep-overs. While not one for English slang, Ivana could not deny finding herself on “a roll” that night. As the elevation dipped to a mid-rise buzz, elegant legs slinked into the yellow glow of the street lamps. From the deepest onyx to a flawless pale, the former shadow emerged an envy of any summer side bride. Each stride of those heels was fueled by the high, the exhaust brought her towards the city's park for a proud pause. Self-salutation was an arrogant man’s indulgence. Congratulating with one’s own internal voice to fuel a stage performance in the physical world was usually quite below the shadow minister. Passing through a pathway with a subtle passing of second-looking creatures of habit reminded her why, but it was only for a moment. The shadow person had been so preoccupied with her mortal occupation recently that a real horrific evening had been a long time coming. So many doomed souls, yet so many ready to be taken by the circling vultures; the well of fear had been a lesser gulp than before. There were always the unprepared and petrified visitors to give her a taste, but it had become clear a night as fear-soaked as this was needed. So much so, she trekked into the pathway where many like her held the land. ”I’m scared.” The strain of innocence that lashed at the two words had her pausing, her eyes held alert, and her bottom lip parted. Even with the euphoria of her most recent comatose fear victim coursing through her very being, the drain of control once again struck her in a visible sense. The shadow within the vicinity could hear the insecurity and taste the misery. Most notably, she could smell the fear. Every ingredient surrounded the unintentional visit; the vulnerability of a loving couple, the unpredictability of looming shadows that did not belong to her, and a sense of frenzy well beyond mortal reason. It did more than trickle or seeped; it overflowed with the force of every tsunami the world ever witnessed. The euphoric aroma was gushing over the still and all Ivana did…was use a black nailed finger to stroke scarlet, grinning lips.  "I promise, I'll allow nothing to harm you." Ah, a promise. Promises were just words, no matter which language you whispered them in. The tale of the tongue meant little when the desire of reality swept it away like a violent ocean's current. Murky waters bathed in white foam would bite the heels of those who waded too deep. Emotionally invested in things beyond them, to drown in the vastness of possibility. What was a promise when curiosity took hold of one's heart? A word? A whisper? An empty mouthful of sounds and phrases that would please the heart and mind. They were nothing more, and also nothing less. This male tried to fool an ever listening heart with lines that the blind could see as false. And yet the male's, Ivana assumed was the young female's lover, assuring words ran over his lover much like his foolish display of protection had, but this time there was no denial or lashing out. Just a slight nod of acceptance; she even leaned into his hand as he took away some of her tears. Even when the mortal girl knew nothing of the promise he had just told her. All she did instead was mouth the words of unadulterated gratitude, her uncontainable dread stealing the very little voice she had left. Ivana watched the male's wavering frame; so desperate to flee, yet he did not pull his arms from his protective posture to push past any obstacles. No matter the form, victims always ran from lurking darkness… broken and terrified. But these two chose to stay. Yet there was still fear in the air. It was no longer sweet, crystallized by innocence. This batch was so rich…and dark. So mixed with other emotions she didn’t care for, it was almost too tainted to be referred to as fear. And this forced her to ponder on what or who had established such a delicious emotion. With smoky eyes only on the couple ahead, specifically on the foolish male, there were only the watchful gazes of her own dim, looming shadows to veil her from wandering eyes. I will take your fear, young ones. And make it mine. And yet...she yearned to see the finale.

Lust for Blood [Memory] Gackt&Ivana

Ba-thump. 

Ba-thump.

It’s funny how the sound of the heart beating can be as deafening as the shrillest scream. It’s bizarre how when the blood rushes through the veins in a state of heightened awareness, the beat of the heart is like the twisted music that plays at all the wrong times. It just grows louder and louder in your own ears, the beat steady and strong, and it almost seems to echo from some dark empty place inside. No escaping it, no matter now hard you try to cover your ears and block it out. It just grows louder. Louder. Constantly reminding you of your vitality. Or like Gackt, of your bloodlust. 

The shadow person couldn’t hear anything else. Not the crickets, or the crunch of his own footsteps on the autumn twigs beneath his boots. Each step forward was urged on by that terribly familiar beat and the mounting need to punish. To hand out what he believed had been dished out to him before. It was a simple matter, really. Pretty women. Beautiful young ladies with their charm lingering to ensnare whatever gullible fool passed them by. They couldn’t be left to their own devices, could they? 

There was a young woman, raven-haired and a beauty, standing at the end of the pathway. They weren’t in a forest, or even a secluded area. It was your average city park at night, albeit mostly empty except for a few stragglers here and there that were hardly minding the business of other people. Her boyfriend was at her side, attempting to shield them both from the shadowy figures that had crouched up on them from their own shadows. His face showed as much fear as they both felt, and it brought a spark of wild-eyed madness to Gackt’s face. They were utterly confused, but more frightened than anything else. And that made the thumping melody in his head even more of a delight. 

A soul barely there will forget all. ivana-ia

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Bonus points if you include how you feel about us now.

What was your first impression of the mun and muse?

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Miss Mosh

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Taehyung looked at the girl from a distance, his head tilting to the side as he noticed she was like him. He hadn't seen many like him before. Approaching her in silence, he tapped her shoulder delicately, giving her a small and shy smile once her beautiful eyes were on him. "Hi," he said softly. "I'm Taehyung— Are you new here?" He asked with interest, his eyes scanning her face for a moment, his body a little tense as he didn't know if he's safe around her or not.

The sight and the sudden approach of the male brought her ease. The very acknowledgement of her own race was enough to bring along her state of superior professionalism. Straight back, long legs firm, standing in her casual attire of choice and eyes focused on the questioning male. Her chin dipped slightly to his immediate greeting, the exposed whites of her eyes highlighted a fascination with his shy lips. There had been a sudden question of her presence the second time she heard his soft voice, yet he seemed more tense now than before his initial greeting. How pleasing. His slight tenseness brought her eyes to run over his entire frame with a calculating analysis, only resting back onto his face with an added, “is it quite obvious? Perhaps I should retire to the comfort of the shadows” on her lips. “Care to join me?“ An ounce of playful banter pumped through her voice, but professionalism kept it at a respectful hush. Mostly professionalism, but also a new sense of welcome to his presence.

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The fawn approached the beautiful lady on the street and held out a small pink box from her pastry shop with a bright smile on her lips, "I hope this little box can lighten your day just like your beauty lighten the whole village, my lady"

The unknown vicinity was being plagued by wandering occupants, yet the shadow involved her gaze to the approaching, single figure. The delicate, beautifully framed figure. Eyes invisibly wired open at the object in the female's clutch and drool overflowed from her thick pasted lips, head twitching, jerking at the bombarding, excited whispers within her own head. Dead stare met the other’s eyes…and her ebony lashes fluttered at the female’s words before outstretching a pair of dainty hands, gripping the pink-tinted box with eager but gentle purpose. “If the contents within this little box are as sweet as your words, then there’s not a sight of ambiguity that my day has been lightened.” The silky flow overtook the natural hiss very easily with the assistance of the tiniest turn up of her plush lip corners, "thank you." Cerulean eyes clawed at the woman over the faintest coy smile, wondering if her grasp on the box could grip any tighter.

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Improvement Meme

I figured a small ‘improvement meme’ would be a fine idea for RPers looking to brush up their skills and topple weaknesses, so here it is. Feel free to use the symbols or go for a more in depth response. Yes, you can send any of these to me too. 

☢: You need to work on character responses, they tend to be bland. 

✄: Your RP responses are really short/ could have more effort put in!

Σ: You’re messing up your punctuation here and there. 

▼: Try to improve your spelling/Grammar

☯: Try to open up to more RPers, you’re great, but you’re missing out on a lot of potentially amazing RPs!

▲: Try to be more positive on yourself, there’s no reason to hate on yourself so much. 

☠: You need to be more respectful. 

✈: You need to improve your action sequences or reactions of characters. 

❤: You’re doing amazing, we can always improve but every RP I read of yours is a joy.

✉: Message more RPers and get some more activity going please. 

Ⓐ: Fight scenes could use more work. 

❥: Romantic Scenes can be awkward, do your best to improve on this, and look out for common pitfalls!

☁: You might want to take another look at your character/characters and work on them a bit more. Every great character has a flaw or two. 

✪: Joker *Whatever you feel needs to be addressed* 

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"Student." Mr. Key greeted "Welcome to the academy, I hope you will proof to be superior."

One simple word could speak volumes with the right ear. It could deny suspicion all together or, in this case, bring an unintentional stroke to an ego. It slid from those lips with a touch of emphasis that gave a little poke to her obstinate pride. Superior was the one word, and it was a truly enthralling one to her…“It gets so tedious hoping for certain matters to happen,” her comment fluttered out like a butterfly, neither an attention thief nor a figment of the imagination. An existence with the colors of a truth. “Prove to be superior?” She slowly repeated the monologue back to him, her voice pinching out a hint of her amusement. “One tries—”  She paused to let it linger, her words just for his ears, “—one succeeds.” Her earnest seriousness did not falter, but her cerulean eyes had already found whispered reason to remain in enjoyment, thickly pasted lips slightly twitching upward in a similar manner. “Thank you for the welcome,” she finished, elegant legs shifting, pursuing their respective destination.

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112.) “What sort of noise was that?” Ivana inquired with the tiniest ounce of amusement to her questioning monologue.

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"Welcome to Insolitus, ma'am." He said in a small voice and bowing.

It was certainly not a surge of fear, at least not the kind she had been captivated in some time before. The scent was much too thick, too potent. Regardless, it was some kind of surge that brought her shadow ‘eye’ to narrow and her physical one to dart over to the left, both in caution. With a turn of her head to face the mystery and a flick of her platinum bangs out of the way in synchronization, cerulean orbs had slinked low instead, her attention had been taken by the source of the sound. Stoic cerulean met a tasteful sight. A reticent, gentle male, a suiting in his structure as was his small greeting. Ebony lashes fluttered at the male and offered him the most impish of grins. “Thank you, dear.”

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101.) “We need to talk.” Had escaped through scarlet lips which had delicately twitched into a frown: chin down, eyes up, and yet, a flattering gaze.

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…and my muse will tell you one of the following after a random number generation.

MIX OF FLUFF, ANGST, NSFW, LYRICS AS PHRASES, ETC.

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