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I know most of you may be following me already, but if you’re a FE blog of any type, please reblog this! I’m trying to get back into the swing of things with my new muse and I’ll follow anyone new when I get back home from school or when I see them! Please don’t be afraid to send me any asks or anything either, I’m open to them! (was previously fabulousmyrmidon)

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Starla giggles before shrugging. "Hey now, you're the one who said it. But now I've gotta live up to that expectation, huh?" She smirks and puts her hands on her hips. "It'll be the best damn makeout session ever."

"Hey Starla!" Metis giggles. "A grayface told me to do this!" She carefully takes the other girl by the hand, then plants a kiss on her lips. Pulling away, she grins. "Tada~!"

Starla blinks and looks the girl over, a question forming on her lips before she is suddenly kissed, causing her to blush and stare, but kiss her back.

"… That was completely unexpected, but definitely not unwelcome. Hope you didn’t mind kissing me too much, I for one, enjoyed it." A smirk curves on her lips as she watches the other now.

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24. Sticks and Stones: Your muse tortures mine for information

Starla stares up at Elincia, biting her lip as she struggles against the restraints holding her to the chair. “You’re not going to get anything out of me… I won’t give in…”

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Starla stares down at the baby duck. It looked... odd. But still incredibly fluffy and cute. She bit her lip slightly before letting out a sound that one normally does when seeing a tiny and adorable animal before picking it up and looking it over.

"Oooh, you're so angry and cute! I just wanna take you home and watch you swim around in a little pot of water!"

M!A Disdain is a baby duckling for the next 3 hours

(*INTENSE SNICKERING*)

The spirit blinks, suddenly ably to see Nori. But she was so…big…?

As she tries to speak, several quacks come out in its stead. Good Gods above was she-

Duckilng. Not even a full on duck. A tiny, fuzzy, purple and black duckling.

Can you hear her? The angry quacks of the pint size ducky?

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Suffering Sunday!

Feel free to send in dark anons to break my muse! Don’t hold back at all. See what you can do to make them burst into tears or worse!

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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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((this is me having no regrets for drawing this))

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*loud snickering* It’s adorable, oh my gosh

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Send me a ♂ and a question and my muse's father will answer it.

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Emotionally shatter my muse. Break them. Hurt them. Give them a nightmare that will haunt them. Make them cry. Make me regret asking you for this!

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Starla blinks at seeing the princess before letting out a soft sigh. There was no idea what she was up to now. "I'm doing fine, though I was interrupted by a certain someone doing something... you don't happen to know what that certain someone was doing, hm?" She quirks an eyebrow at the question and watches curiously.

Starla let out a soft sigh as she settled in against her chair, looking over the book in her hand and the day coming to an end. Camp was peaceful, there were no signs of any Risen, and it was just a nice, relaxing way to end the day.

That is, it was until she heard the sound of someone outside of her tent. As much as the thief liked company, she also enjoyed quiet time away from others. Letting out a sigh of frustration, she calls out to the other, “I can hear you out there. Thieves secretly have the hearing of Taguels, so it’s best not to hide.”

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24. Sticks and Stones: Your muse tortures mine for information

Starla stares up at Elincia, biting her lip as she struggles against the restraints holding her to the chair. “You’re not going to get anything out of me… I won’t give in…”

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Send me a ~ if you've never RPed with me but you want to

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First Place Prize/hey look i actually did the thing

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sobs i am sorry if she looks bad i tried my best faces get the best of me sometimes bUT

I hope you enjoy her and congrats! :D

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Leave 'Lived long enough to become the villain' to get a glimpse of my muse being a villain.

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PLOT 2: REINCARNATION

Muse A and Muse B were once lovers, long ago. Through circumstance, they were torn apart and Muse B died. Now, Muse A is forced to walk alone on the Earth for eternity, remembering their lover as they once were, until one day, hundreds of years later, they see Muse B.

Muse B is different because of the times and has no recollection of it, because they are not the original, but a reincarnation of that person. They could look a little different, act a little different, but everything else is the same. Muse A knows that Muse B is their lover and will do anything to stay with them.

This is my idea with the help of fellow roleplayer faithfulhound based off The Mummy. You may use but please DO NOT take credit as your own.

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Starla takes deep breaths as they move forward, the other prisoners pushing and shoving each other for a chance to get away. Starla and Lainen just slipped through them like water seeps into cracks in the ground. She had to stay calm, this was their only chance to get out. If they failed... she was likely to get the same sentence as Lainen. Sure, they would be together in death, but...

She shakes her head, dispelling the thoughts from her head before gasping softly and gripping Lainen's hand tightly, trying to pull him faster through the crowd now.

"They're trying to close off the exit..."

"If they kill you, they kill me too." (it works shh >w>)

Lainen chuckled at Starla from behind the bars. His love was standing here in front of him, the worry evident on her face. The thief looked over her before smiling and turning his face away.

"I’m gonna die tomorrow. I’ve… accepted that. I don’t want you to die with me. You’ve gotta keep going."

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Starla snorts softly before shaking his head slightly. "Honestly, the only disappointment would be myself, as this body is just a whole new thing... I'd be afraid I wouldn't please you like you deserve, cutie. But don't worry..." He reaches forward and trails a finger on Lily's cheek before moving away and laying on his back, his arms behind his head and eyes closed.

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable... so I'll do as you desire. Though we definitely need to get together into bed one day so we can really... test it out." He chuckles softly before letting out a soft sigh.

((i can't resist this will probably be nothing but crack)) Starla walks up to the tent, looking around and seeing if there was anyone else around before peeking his head into the tent. "So, uh, Lily... seems I've undergone a slight transformation... wanna assist with that in some way? I know you have some sort of magic under your sleeves, yeah?"

Lily blinks and jumps at the voice, blinking up at Starla before tilting her head. Starla looked… oddly male.

"Transformation? Um… what kind of transformation would that be? I guess I could help…"