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“So that’s what those papers were… Money…” He remarked with her explaining she had already paid. He couldn’t believe she had gotten away with it too, but he’d make sure to make note of that.

Another question, as she just kept at it. Granted he would be more than okay with answering her.

“My Homeland is far from here. I am merely visiting this widely connected world in the best ways possible. Using the modern transportation one can go around the globe in mere days.” He simply explained. “Yet, the farther away I move from my Homeland, the less I understand.”

✿ “Oh, I see! So you’re out traveling the world, huh?” Yep, Mio had figured out as much on her own. All of his eccentricities must have sprung from his culture. “How lucky! I wish I could go on a world tour, too...” It wasn’t as though she’d ever been outside her hometown-- the farthest she’d ever traveled was to S-City and back.    “So then, what brought you all the way out here? Was it the beaches? We get a good amount of tourists in the summertime when the beaches open up. Are you one of them, too?”

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Whatever Mio could hear the door answer back it would be nothing but muffled moans as more skin rubbing against the leather. She wouldn’t have much time to panic, as between the three Kindred there gathered they would have a short and informative exchange of looks before Mio blanked out due to what she thought was a flashbang exploding at her feet. The last thing she saw were the three predators staring down at her, with an unfeeling, conscious look, like it had been their plan all along. Especially that of the creepiest of the three. She would stare at her with a mocking smile.

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She regained consciousness sometime after. On what seemed like an infirmary bed. An elderly man red the newspaper from way up close next to her bed, like if he was watching over her. The thick rims of his glasses wouldn’t leave the newspaper as he spoke. She wasn’t wearing the same outfit she did to the Vampires’ den. It actually vaguely resembled the clothes she had worn the day of the accident, save for a simple design or a single colour being off. However, the first thing she’d feel was something completely new. Something primal. A hunger and a need , slowly gnawing at her consciousness, not enough to make her do anything crazy, but like an unsatisfied itch to the back of her head. She vaguely craved the smell of Mr. Big Guy.

“I am Thomas Benio, and I am, like you a Ghoul” the elderly man started, with an almost parsimonious tone to his voice. “Though I’m much more lucky in that my Master is Mister Romero. I am here to let you in what has been decided to do with you.”

✿ No response. Or at least nothing that she could ostensibly make out between muffled moans and the noises of flesh leather. Mio instinctively turned back towards Mr. Big Guy as if to ask for guidance-- but before she could even think of anything to say, she was caught off guard by what she could only describe as a blurry dot rolling across the floor.    And then, a flash. Her eyes were alight, senses fried out before she realized what what had happened to her. She hit the carpet hard, overtaken by exhaustion. Mio didn’t even have any strength left to scream; the most she could do was lay there with her mouth slightly agape like a wish out of water, and then everything went black.

   When she next awoke, it would be different from when she last found herself shaking off the after affects of a fainting spell. She felt... groggy. Her eyelids were heavy, and her limbs felt like lead, while the last time she felt as though she had just woken up from a refreshing nap. And as the the world so loved to do, she was once again left with more questions than answers.    Where was she? How long had she been out? Where did these new clothes come from? Who was that man standing at her bedside? Her head was still swimming. While this Thomas claimed himself to be a ghoul, Mio found her addled brain focusing in on what mattered the most to her; the first thing she thought about when she regained consciousness.

   “--Where’s Mr. Big Guy?” She jolted herself upright so quickly that she was overtaken by vertigo, and yet she still kept scouring every inch of the room for him from her spot on the bed. He was the only one that she trusted. Without him, she was completely and utterly lost. Why was it that when she needed him the most, he was nowhere to be found?    “I wanna... wanna see Mr. Big Guy...” She just wanted him to scoop her up into his arms and cradle her close for a while. Just a little bit. Just long enough to put her at ease again.

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" Did that guy owe you money or something? "

✿ “I don’t know! I don’t even know who that guy is!! Please save me, Joseph--!!!”

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✿ “Owowowowow--!!” Amidst the rain of coins, Mio couldn’t help but think back to the beginning of the year, when she picked up a good-luck charm meant to bring about prosperity. Could this have been the direct result of that? Had she just unknowingly sealed her fate that day?     Was this God’s punishment for her being greedy?!

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❝      i will pay for it, i apologize. do you need assistance on your way ?     ❞      reaching for the crushed glass & frowning from underneath metal masking, perhaps winston can help … he did wear glasses.      ❝      i should have paid more attention …     ❞      he speaks with his tail tucked between his legs, if it all goes well he could return them better than they were before.

✿ “--No, I’ll probably be fine getting back home. I know this place pretty well, so I should be able to find my way around even if I can’t see too far ahead...” Probably. Speaking of home, what was she going to tell her mother when she came back? Maybe she should just tell a lie about losing her glasses. Sure she’d probably wind up getting scolded for it, but she’d rather take an earful than make her worry too much about her safety.    “W-Well then, I should get going about now. Thanks again for you help, and for um... footing the bill for me. I’ll try my best to stay out of trouble from here on out!” Or at least that’s what she said, even though knowing her luck she was likely to land herself into another sticky situation within the next five minutes. At least he was nice about it, though...

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✿ Mio’s holding her breath and squeezing her eyes shut, trying her very best not to do anything to knock the orange off-balance. She wants to see how long she can keep it up there without having it fall!

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✿ “--No, it’s fine...” Or so she says, but the grimace she’s trying oh-so-desperately to hide tells a different story. “I mean, it’s not the first time something like this has happened, so I always try to set aside some savings for replacements...”    Except she already blew those savings on a new pair of glasses not even three days ago! Now she’s be forced to dip into the rest of her stash, which meant that she would have to miss out on that new game she was looking forward to... Mio unconsciously pouts, kicking at what she can only assume is a stray pebble with the toe of her shoe.

   “Guess it really does rain when it pours, huh?”

❝      i am … sorry, would you like for me to buy you a new one ?     ❞      /      @pressurecooked​ asked for a starter.

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get that joseph horsecock mio. grab him by the balls. you can do it.

✿ “Absolutely not.”

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✿ (screams in animal crossing)

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Amazonite Comfort: What sorts of things bring your muse comfort in trying times? Are there any habits they have when things get difficult to help cope?

Stonework Headcanons

Amazonite Comfort: What sorts of things bring your muse comfort in trying times? Are there any habits they have when things get difficult to help cope?

✿ When the weight of the world begins to bear down on her, Mio finds herself continually escaping into the world of fantasy. Whether it be engrossing herself in her art, a good book, or even a video game… the further she can mentally distance herself from whatever’s troubling her, the better. It doesn’t solve her problems, but it does bring her some temporary relief.

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makeshit stone, diamond kiss, rosy touch, rosy fog

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✿ heeheeeee makeshit stone……..

Makeshift Stone: What does their internet search history usually include? Are there any parts of their searches that they’re embarrassed by?

✿ Okay, so I’m assuming this is for a modern setting? Because the internet in 1999 probably wasn’t the same as it was now. If that’s the case, then half of it is searching up things for her schoolwork and assignments and the other half is spent looking at pictures of baby animals, game guides, and art references.         Of course, she has also on occasion searched for answers to some of her more private concerns. Slang she hasn’t picked up on, things that boys like, what’s ideal in a woman… things that she quickly clears from her browsing history once she has her answers.

Diamond Kiss: What kind of clothing and accessories do they prefer to wear? Are there are any particular reasons outside of general comfort that they like wearing these?

✿ Mio’s preferred style is cute, comfortable, and casual! Floral prints, loose fits, and naturalistic, earthy tones are always a plus in her book. She’s hardly ever seen without her trusty yellow cardigan or her red-framed glasses– one part because she considers it lucky, and the other because she’s afraid of getting contacts stuck in her eyes.

Rosy Touch: How do they show affection nonverbally? Are they likely to show affection with their words as well?

✿ With Mio, it’s the little things– small gestures, such as packing an extra lunchbox or cleaning up after them. She’s also quite cuddly with anyone she feels intimate with, wanting to rest her head on their shoulders or letting them lay in her lap while she ruffles their hair.          And although her preferred lines can be just a little too cheesy or cliche, she delivers them honestly and sincerely, so as to not mince her words. She values openness.

Rosy Fog: What are their immediate views on romantic love?

✿ For Mio, things like love feel like a faraway dream– something unobtainable for her, despite how much she’d like to have a taste of it for herself. She’s always been something of a wallflower; never standing out in class or outside of it. She’s never received a love lever or been asked out, and she’s never dared to do the same for somebody else, no matter how much she wanted to. It always felt too risky, too soon– and by the time she finally worked up the nerve, another classmate would have already pursued them.         At this point, the girl is nigh convinced that for whatever reason, men just don’t like her. Maybe it’s because she’s not pretty enough, maybe it’s because she doesn’t stand out. All that she feels for certain is that she’ll always be waiting for her turn, but it’ll never come.

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A series of headcanon asks to delve more in-depth with what makes the muses tick! Questions range from the obscure to the obvious so as to dig further into a muse’s life and habits.

Be sure to specify muses for multi-muse blogs!

Coral Fragments: How well does your muse deal with stress? Do they do anything in particular to help them deal with it, and if so what do they do? 

Rosy Fog: What are their immediate views on romantic love?

Rosy Haze: Do they react well when they develop feelings for someone and if not why?

Rosy Touch: How do they show affection nonverbally? Are they likely to show affection with their words as well?

Apatite Chatter: Are they the friendly sort or do they prefer to let others start off interactions with them?

Apatite Tic: Does your muse have any sort of verbal tics or impediments?

Garnet Shadows: Is your muse apt to stab someone in the back in any way? If so, would they admit to doing so or would they lie to cover it up?

Garnet Shine: How devoted are they to their loved ones? Would this devotion delve into the obsessive side?

Garnet Core: What sorts of things would they be willing to do for friends? For family? For their significant other(s)?

Amethyst Terrors: Are their nights plagued with past memories or nightmares in general? What do they usually entail if so?

Amethyst Calm: How do they usually sleep, in what position? Do they like plenty of pillows, blankets and/or plush toys?

Makeshift Stone: What does their internet search history usually include? Are there any parts of their searches that they’re embarrassed by?

Cracked Cement: Are they adept at using technology of any kind or do they typically need help with it?

Brickwork Shadows: Is your muse good with their hands, or do they tend to be fairly clumsy?

Sapphire Depths: Do they prefer to think ahead or to leap right in and wing things?

Sapphire Beacon: What kinds of things inspire your muse and does your muse tend to inspire others?

Selenite Pillars: Does your muse think they’re mentally or physically strong? Is this belief true or only something the muse believes to be true?

Aventurine Calling: Do they believe in luck? If so, would they consider themselves lucky or unlucky?

Fluorite Cloud: If they had the opportunity, would they prefer to know what’s going to happen in the future or not? Why?

Fluorite Bearings: How strongly do they listen to their intuition? Is their intuition usually correct or incorrect?

Peridot Ghosts: What kind of things get them frazzled or anxious? Do they tend to handle them well or get swept up in the moment?

Moonstone Luster: Are there are any items they own that have sentimental value to them?

Diamond Kiss: What kind of clothing and accessories do they prefer to wear? Are there are any particular reasons outside of general comfort that they like wearing these?

Coal Dust: Can they withstand manual labor? Do they avoid manual labor as much as possible, and if so, why?

Prehnite Memory: How good is their memory? Has it always been like this or did something happen to make it this way?

Bismuth Hue: Are they sickly or get sick often?

Bismuth Aid: What sort of medication, if any do they have to take, if any? Do they refuse to take it, forget to take it, or do they prefer to keep on it?

Quartz Cluster: What kind of textures (e.g. silky, rough, slick, etc) do they prefer?

Jade Ambition: How ambitious is your muse and what are their current goals? To what ends will they go to to make those wishes a reality?

Jade Gain: How well do they manage their money?

Amazonite Comfort: What sorts of things bring your muse comfort in trying times? Are there any habits they have when things get difficult to help cope?

Amazonite Shade: Are they pessimistic, optimistic or somewhere in the middle? Was there anything that happened to them in their life that caused them to think in this way?

Topaz Storm: Is your muse the creative type in any way? How do they usually express their creativity?

Topaz Tears: Do they have any sort of outlet they use as a means to cope (e.g. writing, drawing, playing music, etc.)? How’d they get into it if they do?

Topaz Calling: Do they have anything that they have natural talent in? If so do they enjoy doing it or is it something they tend to forget about?

Ruby Craze: Are they a passionate person or do they tend to be more down-to-earth?

Ruby Light: Are they the sort to wear their heart on the sleeve? If not, why?

Citrine Focus: Are they able to multi-task or do they prefer to keep at one thing at a time?

Opal Wonder: How big is their imagination? Do they tend to share these ideas or keep them to themselves?

Opal Sky: Do they tend to get lost in their own thoughts/daydreams?

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“Hahaha! Yeah,” she laughs, just as loud as ever. “That night was so fun! We have to do it again soon.” She carries on her conversation as though she were the only person in the car, her laughter sounds through the enclosed space. Despite the curious (and downright dirty) glares she receives, she did not bat an eye. Every now and then she reaches to play with her long hair.

Yoshikage Kosaku huffs and lowers his head, his jaw tightening in agitation. Do people no longer teach their daughters about being quiet? Has society strayed so far from days past,when women were demure and polite? He fingers the handle of his satchel in an attempt to will away any ill feelings that bubble up inside, and he feels a headache beginning to develop from the volume in which the other woman was speaking. Young, modern women nowadays were so uncouth at times…

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✿ Although the woman’s volume and tone grated on her, Mio was able to remain perfectly calm as she watched on from the relative safety of her little corner of the car. But although Mio’s patience extended towards dirty tones and loud conversations, it began to waver when she so carelessly struck the poor salaryman in the face with her hefty tote.    She’d apologized for it, but somehow it didn’t feel sincere-- almost as if she were apologizing to her bag rather than the man. Mio found herself peeking her phone again to chase away her apprehension. Not even a minute had passed since she last checked. She purses her lips, knowing all too well that she was in for a long, painful ride.

    The train lurches again, nearly throwing her off-balance-- but this time around, she’s able to catch herself before she bumps into anyone. Unfortunately for the salaryman however, it would appear that the loud woman was unable to do the same. This time around the impact is much more pronounced, and Mio catches herself wincing as he just sits there and takes it wordlessly.    And then started to clip his nails. A little weird to be sure, but did it really warrant the woman scolding him while everyone was still in earshot? She didn’t know his side of the story! Maybe he was in a rush, perhaps he didn’t have any time to do it at home...

   Now Mio was starting to feel bad for the poor guy. “--Um,” she pipes up, hoping to catch the man’s attention. “Are you okay, sir? You got hit pretty hard back there...” If she were in his position, then a surely bruise would have already been forming on the bridge of her nose. She always got bruised so easily...

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✿ Summer nights were already unbearably humid on their own, and being packed on a crowded train like sardines in a can certainly did nothing to help. Amid the heat of the many bodies trapped inside ‘till they reached their stop, Mio stood sandwiched between the wall and an unassuming salaryman with only her grip on the handlebar swinging just barely out of her reach to keep her from rolling around the car with reckless abandon.    Muttering out sincere apologies with every unfortunate sway that lead her crashing against the poor soul fate had deigned to press her against, the girl would idly glance at her phone on occasion, lightly frowning at how late it had become. She’d only intended to hang out at the arcade for a couple of hours, but time always seemed to escape her when she was lined up to play all her favorite games. At this rate, she was going to be late for dinner!

The girl was abruptly torn from her unfinished thoughts when she picks up on the rather shrill voice of a woman holding a conversation over her phone. Now, Mio was never one to pry into others’ personal affairs; or at least, she always tried her very best not to get involved without reason-- but how was she supposed to ignore what was happening right in front of her?    Everybody else was staring as well! It wasn’t just her, but the man next to her and everyone else within vicinity passing curious glances before they either returned to their business or continued to watch on for whatever reasons they chose to give themselves. Personally, Mio was hoping for a good story to tell her parents as soon as she made it back home.

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Yoshikage Kosaku is on his way back from a long, stressful day at the office; between being bitched around by his superiors and having his disgusting wonderful coworker kindly giving him all of his workload for the day because he’s a lazy piece of shit he needed help, he’s tired. Dog tired. He wants nothing more than to crawl into Kosaku’s his bed and sleep. 

Not before finishing dinner and practicing his handwriting, of course. 

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see, this is why you need to rp menacing muse like me. a bitch would NEVER be going to my friends sending anons if they couldn't separate me from dio 🤣

✿ mio is no longer nice, she is now Nasty. this is all your fault.

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Imagine not dropping shit for 3 years and stalking blogs to slander someone.

✿ i know, right? i couldn’t imagine.

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imagine defending a racist scum

✿ get off my dick.