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Friendly reminder I do have interest trackers for my muses (here's Bea's) in case people want to take a gander for specifics and stuffs.

like... checking off verses you'd be interested in. (which... there are more than what's listed on there, like pkmn, monhun, and RE8 if you know they exist) which I guess you do now

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╼ ༺ :||          Listening quietly towards his musings, she'd shifted attention from the watch itself unto readjusting the sleeve buttoned, neatly fixated and... covering the scar- not that she'd have cared, but... There was a time she'd, too, been ashamed and uncomfortable with the scar marring her own face.

There was a ghost of a smile that even now the topic always returns back to death. "I suppose that's true," more so murmuring to herself.

"Never really been afraid of death... I've killed many, but also risk my own life daily that others may live. If I'm to die, then as you say, it is my time. Although I shall not give in so easily, for there is life."

Beatrix offered a hand out for the other sleeve. "Could always count that instead. Maybe less hives there."

Not anything Undertaker wasn’t already unfamiliar with.

Still, he’d hum in response, a flicker of his hair indicating he was staring at the watch thoughtfully this time, “Never one for watches, personally. Gives me hives thinking about having to be on time for things…” a hiss of air he breathed through his teeth; as if Undertaker remembered he needed to breathe.

“Death’s a constant. It’ll show up when it’s ready, why bother keeping track of it?” Though he supposed; in a world of perpetual night it would make sense.

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@casketdweller to answer his question

╼ ༺ :||          His manner of speech did not go unnoticed, a change in how they'd conversed in times prior. No comment was made- perhaps wondering if it would be continued or returned unto the flippant manner. Maroon eye flicked up towards him, then back 'pon the watch.

Curious fellow for a mere undertaker.

The General hummed. "Generally or personally?"

Regardless, she'd humor the question even if it should have been obvious, twisting the crown to reflect the proper time and realizing it truly was broken... "Punctuality for starters. Secondly, call it a necessity for one where I hail. A city blanketed by perpetual night, the knowledge is nice when unable to rely upon the sun."

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I am once again reminded of the running joke that Bea somehow is always interested in:

✓ tall ✓ goofy ✓ dangerous, and could kill her ✓ non-human

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@silverymusings

facht: you already are mine

Debatable. But guess you couldn't really pick much among the options.

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Beatrix has appeared! What to do?

Propose Marry Ravish Make them mine

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@thelindblumtrio

╼ ༺ :||          Gaze failed not to waver from him, in fact it was more accusatory, and intentionally she determined some subtle intimidation might sway him leave her be. With a long inhale, Beatrix permitted whatever words might remain that the violinist wished share at the test of her graceful patience. Was she not still in the middle of tea, this conversation would have abruptly ended long ago and his friends far behind would have resulting exchanges ongoing.

This was desperate for small talk, but she refrained the order that he should get on with purpose. An opt for a singular pointed eye from over the rip of her cup.

Only when he finally did manage fruit...

"I have important business requiring my presence. I'm sure you and your band will perform splendidly just as the other day, but I must decline."

Chin upon steepled hands, she posed her prior question again. "Is there else?"

Given the notion that things were “well” enough with the General, she was offered a nod of acknowledgement, his delightful grin growing wider before the emerging chatter was given some fast and firm direction - such that would dim its dazzle.

“Ah, well,” he let out a soft chuckle, “it is always an honor to be in the presence of Alexandria’s finest. Perhaps I felt the need to be reminded of their radiance.”

Suave as the violinist posed to be, there was a sincerity to his words. Though he and his merry band traveled continent-wide and otherwise resided in Lindblum, Alexandria would forever remain “home” in both his heart and mind. 

“In that respect, to know you are doing well is well by yours truly.”

Now… A man could only offer to serenade another with his violin so many times. Commonplace, it was predictable and surely, it grew old or awkward with enough repetition - no matter how splendid the song. Oh, to have such a strong desire to speak beyond this practice... and yet, in essence true, he was his profession. To withhold the urge to perform was to play the part of a fish out of water; difficult. Not impossible, in short measure! But difficult… and painful to watch.

A moment was spared to clear his throat before he continued. “We will be performing this evening at the town square. Should you wish to attend, it would be my—our pleasure to provide you with some entertainment.~”

Nevertheless, even this earnest effort at a departing éclat in conversation once again led him back to music... His nerves were growing more palpable by the minute, but he would remain stalwart! In his own way, that is.

Meanwhile…

Upon closer inspection, one could see handfuls of Gil being passed around in the party of three “in the back.” The context of their whispers could not be gleaned, but the manner in which a large, clawed hand drug itself down the side of Branson’s face had a way of exuding a distinct hue of doubt of some kind...

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I have such a weakness for characters who act all stoic and cool but would get so flustered if their partner just kissed them on the cheek

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🎲 / The die is set down on the table with amusement. He likes games, you see.

◈ ╼ ༺ :|   send 🎲 to generate a kiss!  || @casketdweller   |: ༻ ╼ ◈

25. A kiss that's an accident

╼ ༺ :||         Stopping at this inn before the rain began had been a great idea what with the comforts of a bed and freshening up from the road. It may have not been extravagant, but even purchasing a room for the undertaker seemed to leave him a bit more content with his own rented quarters. Though tea was politely declined, Beatrix merely nodded and set herself down at their shared table.

Her traveling companion having already discovered a source of nightly entertainment, she sipped midst a game of what was assumed to be solitaire. Though inquiring why there was a random die rewarded her with some knowing smile and a shrug in turn.

Tranquil silence was occasionally interrupted by a few off conversations contributions and a pause from the nightly weather beginning its soft descent against the shackled rooftop. Even outside, there were stragglers caught in the growing rainfall scrambling for shelter. Yet it was the warmth spilling past her lips made her appreciate this timely suggestion all the more.

And soon enough the cup was drained, signaling the day's conclusion.

"Well, Undertaker, perhaps a competitive game next time. Cards or otherwise," she offered as she rose, bidding good night with a hand upon her heart and an a courteous bow. "I should readily greet you here in the morning."

Two steps around their table, and one of the outside stranglers from barged past with a wringing of their soaked coat. Not looking where they were going, the unfortunate collision with the lady general reduced her off balance. Hand reflexively shooting out upon the neatly arranged cards, but failing to catch the entirety of the fall. Unceremonious, his hat knocked off onto the floor and halfway landing upon him, Beatrix gasped upon contact of lips brushing upon his. An accidental change lasting a fractional second. It was enough for the moment's situation to induce nasty shade of red upon her cheeks and a stark new reaction from the otherwise professionalism so well upkept.

This...

Shoving herself from him, she could hardly offer an apology where the oblivious idiot had sparked a surprisingly short fuse and granted her some reason to deflect the situation when she turned to snap at the newcomer- providing reprimanding advice which they continued profusely apologizing for. With nothing else to be done and their night now ruined, she turned sharply in a march towards the hallway.

It was bed time, and she couldn't return a glance back upon those fleeting, phosphorus green eyes.

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kiss roulette

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear

A kiss on the cheek

A kiss on the nose

A kiss on the forehead

A kiss to the top of the head

A firm kiss

A gentle peck

A romantic kiss

A platonic kiss

A kiss to the eyelid

A kiss along the jawline

A kiss to the neck

A kiss along the collar bone

A kiss on the chest

A kiss to the stomach

A kiss along the hips

A kiss in the rain

An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss

A kiss while laughing

A kiss underwater

A rough kiss

WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)

A french kiss/kiss with tongue

A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances

A sleepy kiss

A kiss that's an accident

A kiss while one or both parties are crying

A kiss in greeting

A kiss in parting

A kiss to the back of the hand

A kiss to the palm of the hand

A kiss to the inner thigh

A kiss while someone watches

A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking

A kiss after a bite

A kiss against a wall

A kiss to the shoulder

A kiss to the back of the neck

A kiss while one party is carried

A tentative kiss

An impulsive kiss

A kiss out of spite

A clumsy kiss

A bloody kiss

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A chunk of inbox/drafts have been taken care of once more.

I'll probably attempt focus back on drafts come tomorrow and Monday. But man.... progress, and I'm already wanting more. Stop, Era no.

That goes to say anyone is more than welcome to send asks or tag me in random starters and such.

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29.  PRIZE :  for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival. (from Dirk)

@venomousovereignty from a meme long ago

╼ ༺ :||        Here and there, Dirk was eagerly playing each and every game he could, and... successfully winning the majority- much to the dismay of the onlookers and booth operators alike. Though most of the prizes were little things. Flowers, candy, ugh...pickles...

She'd been content simply following him around, smiling as she watched the little victories without volunteering for a game even with the urging from him and others. Seeing towering giant even beside little kids fighting for the newest round of bomb balloon popping was enough enjoyment. Beatrix was even laughing where Dirk took three turns piercing each 100 point balloon (which was max since he was being cut off from playing any more at this booth), winning three friendly yan plushes- two for the amphibious kids that'd been cheering him on.

And the other was held up for her with a huge grin. The yan... large and pink with two huge button eyes...

Beatrix traded popcorn in acceptance, giving the soft thing a squeeze as Dirk happily munched. It was cute... and such a simple gift that felt all too meaningful now.

She smiled into the cotton candy wool and fingers brushed the soft, stitched horns. "It'll be sleeping with us now."

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hc + 👻 for a headcanon about supernatural occurrences

@box-of-characters from a meme long ago

This started out as a joke (as most good things art to do), but Beatrix is haunted. lol Not in a sense of she gets followed by those she's killed... but rather whatever upset spirit she does happen to near, they'll be out to get her in some fashion- be it mild annoyances or hostile attacks.

Imagine getting thrown against a wall and still not believing in ghosts.

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🩹

@danthekickingman from a meme long ago

╼ ༺ :||        She had him stretch out that injured arm. Ignoring whatever wince or flinch he may or may not make, instead focusing on ensuring bones were not broken. Beatrix's hand glided firmly down the limb, pressing firmly into muscle.

Good, tho. Nothing was broken, but Dan sustained many deep bruises which were likely aggravated further with her lack of gentle ministrations.

Whatever he did wasn't of her concern, but...

"You'll be fine, just sore for a day or two," she stated monotonously. Still focused upon his arm, Beatrix began healing whatever vessels were damaged within with a steady flow of warm, illuminating white magic from wrist, forearm, slowly brushing along around the elbow, to bicep, and finally shoulder.

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For the record of what content lay within my blogs to do....

Beatrix: 55 inbox, 26 drafts Daneil: 9 inbox, 3 drafts Ultimecia: 17 inbox, 8 drafts Seymour: 12 inbox, 13 drafts Mateus: 3 inbox, 2 drafts Vaati: 7 inbox, 9 drafts Cookies: 8 inbox, 12 drafts ....and unsure for Bokhohn since I'm signed out on him in at present.

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[ tilt ] - to tilt your muse’s chin gently to prompt them to make eye contact with my muse

@venomousovereignty from a meme long ago

╼ ༺ :||        Finally, there was a taste of lips meeting. Dancing. The teasing at last concluding in release from his game of cat and mouse. Hands gripped his shoulders, drawing Dirk closer into her- even if the carved relief should gratifyingly dig into her back. That reminding pain alone kept her grounded enough to simply enjoy this craved moment.

A gasp would escape as his hands grasped at her waist. Though never picking her up, this angle was forced for him, she knew. Damn giant. Part of her wondered if that, too, was something she should garner her beg further.

She teasingly bit his lip, for such cruel gifting. At least before he would still her next breath, nearly driving her to stumble were it not for that solid hold upon her. Breathless, clinging. He was giving her everything she had been wanting for days all at once. And when she finally could part, her lungs burned.

Sharp inhale hitched in the moment when danger's claws lifted her chin back that she should face his gaze. Swallowing hard beneath his hand, she could feel her own blood deafeningly pounding whilst fighting to hold how intimate he made this momentary gaze last an eternity. And like this... Beatrix couldn't tell what he was thinking, as if all thoughts erased saved how they focused all upon him.

It wasn't as if he literally had her hooked upon his finger, yet she followed the pull closer towards ravenous lips. Her chest rapidly heaved with anticipation. This moment became a tempestuous tease itself- or rather a warning of one this should not be haphazardly begged for again without knowing what it entailed.