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Send me "Oh Come On You Look Cute."

For my muse in a randomly generated costume.

1. A loosely fitting dress shirt and dress pants 2. Only a hoodie that’s too big 3. A maid outfit 4. A sexy nurse’s outfit 5. Lingerie 6. Thigh high boots and underwear 7. Your muse’s oversized shirt 8. Bunny ears and white briefs with bunny tail attached to back of them 9. A pair of boxers 10. Very tight clothes

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You didn’t have to ask Ebony to know that she was relieved to get out of that treacherous snow. All it took was a quick glance of her face. Ice and her umbrella was truly a blessing in disguise.

There wasn’t much conversation, mainly because Ebony didn’t what to say other than to bring up the other’s coldness. Not the best or most polite topic to bring up to the person who’s offering you shelter under their umbrella and warm drink. Thankfully Ice at least asked a simple question to break the silence.  “My name’s Ebony. Named after the tree, how original, am i right?”

Ebony entered the building like she was prompted too. Once she entered she looked both ways just to take in her surroundings. After all, she wasn’t really used to entering that many human buildings. “So pretty--” she whispered, her eyes focused on the building’s design.

  With her companion having moved to a more comfortable spot for the both of them, Ice urged her forward, back out into the snow. The umbrella was slightly larger than normal, perfect for a company of two, and did well to fend of the worst of the snow.

  Ice respected her reasons for disliking the snow and, considering that they’d just met, found it rude to push just yet. She’d wait until the other was ready. “My name’s Ice, by the way. Totally unrelated to my temperature, I know. What’s yours?”

  “Mmmm,” she hummed after a moment of walking, deep in thought as her bright, blue eyes were trained on the scenery around her, searching for something. The umbrella began to favor Ebony’s side, unaware to the blonde as the flakes on her shoulders and hair didn’t really bother her much.

  “I think I saw a cafe around here somewhere. A really cute one. Ah–here. I knew it wasn’t far off.” Leading her up the walkway, she held the umbrella for the other to enter.

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“My contractors have been running me around all night telling me to rob place after place with no breaks in between. I need the energy or i will die!”

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             “ Why the hell did you drink a mix of instant coffee and redbull..? What even gave you the idea to try that?! “

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Ebony takes her hand and ruffles up Ice’s hair a little before tilting her head up for another kiss. “I will, since you asked so nicely~ I’ve always got time for a pretty girl like yourself.  I’m going to fair warn you though, i’m a handful.” She laid her head back against the pillow slowly and laughed softly. “What a week this is turning out to be. It’s barely even started and it’s already been so eventful.”

  A smile was formed, having proved the other wrong at something completely true. Ice was terribly shy and acted on a bravado to keep her from crumbling down into a puddle of embarrassment. “Ehehe, look at you being all observing and junk. Yeah, yeah. A pretty girl is in my bed and I can’t stop blushin’. Sue me.”

  “Ah–.” Eye’s widening, Ice seemed to nibble on her lip in thought. Instead of giving an actual response, the blonde buried her face in the crook of Ebony’s neck and thought for a moment. “Yeah, I’m not very good at that whole ‘one night stand’ thing.” It’d just been a lame excuse for last night. “I like the idea of something more, though. So… uh… will you… s-stay?”

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Send 'SPIT IT OUT!' and I'll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blur it out to you!

It’s gonna be a mixed bag. Go with caution!

Numbers: 1 - 50

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Send me a ☂ and my muse will try to cheer yours up during a rainy day.

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Ask invasive and personal questions about my character.

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Difficult Questions for Muses

(Please remember to use trigger warnings as and when necessary)

Do you think that you’re a good person?

Do others like you? Do you want others to like you?

What do you think others like or admire about you?

How do you know when you’re in love? (romantic or platonic)

Would you or have you ever killed? What would drive you to kill? 

Do you think that killing is ever justified?

Have you ever done anything that you feel to be very morally wrong?

Should all people be treated as equal, and have the same rights?

If you committed a crime, would you accept punishment willingly?

Is suicide ever the right choice?

Is euthanasia ever the right choice?

Is it right to have an intimate relationship with somebody you don’t love?

What could make you break your own moral code? 

Have you ever doubted your own beliefs? (Spiritual, philosophical)

Would you always be loyal to your loved ones even if they wronged you?

What would you consider a fate worse than death?

Why do you love the person or people you love? (romantic or platonic)

Do you agree with capital punishment?

Could you ever forgive your worst enemy?

What would you like to achieve before you die?

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Shout at my muse to see how they respond:

"I shouldn’t be in love with you!"

"It’s not fair!"

"I could kill you right now!"

"Knock it off!"

"Screw you!"

"You’re a complete moron!"

"I love this song!"

"Bring that here!"

"I hate you!"

"I’m pissed off!"

"Make me!"

"I wish you’d never been born!"

"I bought ice cream!"

"Kiss my ass!"

"Shut up!"

"I can’t do it anymore!"

"Take me home!"

"Just kiss me already!

"I can't be in love with you!"

"I can't believe this!"

"Piss off!"

"I wish things were that simple!"

"I love you!"

"Jump off a bridge!"

"You’re so hot!"

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“Yes, that’s a bag and yes i can see you staring at it.” The contents of the bag are what she’s being protective of.

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For every ☼ in my inbox, the muse has to tell you a fact about the mun.

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Sitting in an alleyway with a duffle bag, breathing heavily and is sweating. Nothing suspicious here.

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“You were the only person who looked like they had any money. Everybody else walking these streets probably think a dime is a goldmine. The payout wouldn’t justify the effort. And i had to follow you for a long time; the way you were walking was unpredictable, which made hard to just easily grab the wallet. I admit i’m not the best pickpocket, i prefer facilities with electonic security over humans. So i don’t have that much pickpocket practice but i don’t think even experienced pickpockets could predict your strafing.”

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             “ Eh? Was it really two hours? Hm, guess I forgot about it. Oh well, thieves can forget things ya know? My memory certainly isn’t the greatest in the world. “ She admitted before going back to what the other thief had said before. “ You’ve been watching me for about two hours ya say? Sounds like stalkin’ to me. Usually I’d just spot someone, follow ‘em for a few minutes, get close enough, get what I can get, then move on out of existence. Simple really. “

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“Were you going to dispose of it next month or something? You’ve had it for at least 2 hours, for that’s how long i’ve been following you and there was numerous locations that you could have entered and easily thrown it away without notice.”

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             “ Thieves could’ve also been attempting to hide someone else’s wallet in their pocket before attempting to dispose of it. “ How shocking, it wasn’t even her own wallet. Actually, she probably doesn’t own a wallet. She might’ve thrown it away by mistake for all she knew.

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“There’s no way i could have known that you’re a thief. In my defense thieves usually don’t have their valuables that exposed. You looked like an ordinary chump from where i was standing,” she whispered back, wondering why they resorted to whispering. In her eyes leaning over to each other’s ears to whisper looked just as suspicious as shouting out.

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             The girl knew what was going on, she was a thief herself but she didn’t want to drag any attention towards them. She leaned over and whispered in the others ear, “ don’t worry I forgive ya, but stealin’ from another thief isn’t the greatest idea in the world. “ 

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Damn, she was caught. She was trying to steal the girl’s wallet, but the girl moved unpredictably and she touched the other’s butt instead. At least she didn’t notice what her real goal was. “Sorry, my bad.”

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            “ D-Don’t do that… “ The little tsundere’s blushing once again.