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@demetribykov
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(🌸 - How much flattery can you take before catching a crush?)Demetri raised an eyebrow. Was it normal for someone to develop feelings simply through flattery? "Flattery does not mean much to me. I need to know a person on a more personal basis to even consider pursuing them."
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(🌈 - What makes you happy?)He flashed a tentative smile. This one was easy to answer. "Seeing the people I care for happy." He was only just beginning to allow himself to feel happy, instead of just being content to let the warmth settle vicariously through the smiles of others, but being able to make his friends happy never failed to bring a semblance of it to himself.
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(❤️ - Are you currently in love? If so, who are you in love with?)Of course. Always curious about his love life. He rubbed a hand against his forearm, rustling the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt as he shifted his weight indecisively from leg to leg. "I..." He could feel the warmth on his face spread to his ears. "I- um.. Yes?" He was still rather tentative about baring his emotions so openly. As for who, it didn't feel right to just give a name, and he closed his eyes in thought. While not one of the most comfortable things he's done, he knew the admission would undeniably please the possessive dragon. "Lief Hale-" Complete sentences, he could do this. "They're very kind, and patient with me." He smiles faintly, fond, as he looks down at the ground ahead of him. "Observant.. They almost always seem to notice when darker thoughts begin to plague me and then proceed to do their best to take my mind off whatever it is at the time. Even when I take it upon myself to keep away from others on bad days, they don't show any sort of disappointment, just concern and them promptly try to pull me out of it." He looked a bit sheepish and shifted again to rub at his neck.
Ask my Muse about their bodies and minds!
💄 - How do you feel about makeup, would you/do you wear it?
♀ - How feminine are you?
♂ - How masculine are you?
💓 - What’s your sex?
💎 - What is your sexuality?
🎈 - What’s your gender?
🔑 - Do you kin with anyone/anything?
❤️ - Are you currently in love? If so, who are you in love with?
💕 - Have you ever thought of sex/gender change?
🏵 - Where are the sensitive spots on your body?
🍓 - Where is it okay for friends to touch?
🍒 - Where is it okay for lovers to touch?
🍄 - Where is it okay for strangers to touch?
🌸 - How much flattery can you take before catching a crush?
🌈 - What makes you happy?
🌪 - Do you have depressing thoughts? If so, what are the scariest?
💅 - How do you feel about nail polish, would you/do you wear it?
👒 - Don’t be shy, what’s your personal style?
🦉 - What’s your Secret Mirror Act when no one else is looking? Do you make faces? Do you dance? Do you check yourself out?
🐦 - What do/would you post to your social media?
🍭 - Describe your perfect partner. Head to toe. Flaw to feature.
🍩 - How do you feel about yourself?
"Child"
The boy stared up at the teen, eyes wide with wonder as his gaze went between the ears on her head, her face for fear of offending her, then the tail swaying back and forth behind her. “Kotyonok?” He asked, with a tentative smile.
It was only simple steps, his small body gently guiding her through a spin or two that didn't require to have his arm go over her head since he couldn't reach. A small giggle escaped in the middle of their mediocrity for a proper dance, but it was fun.
Now accepting curious anons.
These can be character development questions, questions about any interactions you’ve seen on the blog, questions about any ships you’ve seen on the blog, questions about my muses feelings about other muses from the fandom, or anything else you may be interested in knowing about my muse.
♧♧♧~thornandmistakes
[[Hehe, thank you love! You have an amazing grasp on all your OCs too~-MGK]]
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[[Aaaaahhhh thank you <3-MGK]]
Random headcanon meme!
⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?
✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?
☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?
⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?
♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?
☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?
⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?
⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?
☃ : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?
☂ : Does your muse like rain?
☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?
🏨 : How well does your muse sleep?
❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?
☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?
⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?
👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?
♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?
❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?
♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?
📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?
♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?
εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?
📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?
☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?
ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?
✝ : Is your muse religious?
Send me a ♧ if you think I have a good grip on my muse.
Tentatively off Hiatus.
[My depression is still pretty bad and some life situations haven’t gotten any better, but all I do is sit at home all day so I might as well try to do something with my time to maybe help my mental health, so, for the time being, I’m back. Go ahead and send stuff if you want to interact.
- MGK ]
[A small update for those who care: I'm actually doing a lot better and am going to try to be active again. I'm sorry for the sparse activity. Hopefully things will be well for a while
- MGK ]
demetribykov:
With a bit of hesitance, he slowly let go of the cyborg’s wrist, weary of him swinging for him again. He took a step back, still on guard as he looked him over.
His question made him look at the dark haired male in surprise. He certainly had never been called a hero before. He supposed if he were to bother classifying himself he would probably sit somewhere in the middle. He did have to injure others to live after all.
“Um.. No..” He replied slowly. “I’m not.” He fidgeted a bit, reaching up to tuck some of the rust colored hair behind his ear as a habit without really noticing the automatic movement.
“Then why are you following me around?” Genos demanded, holding up a palm in warning. The cyborg was uniquely designed and constructed– he hardly believed the man could have gotten him confused for someone else. Not to mention, the strength of this man had him rather bitter that he could not easily do without this annoyance.
Dir'mo. Now he felt kind of bad. He had reacted a bit rashly, but for having a blade to his neck it could have gone worse. He couldn’t really help instinct.
“I really had meant to apologize, but seeing as you don’t take them I suppose it is a lost cause, thus I do not exactly have a reason anymore.” He went on, his tone relaxing a bit to its regular formal vernacular.
“You most likely do not care, but I at least feel as if I owe you. I suppose you can let me know if there is something you want.” He paused for a moment and gave a bit of an amused smile. “As long as it does not include bodily harm to my person.” He mused.
Leaf heart thing going down ~asinningcat
With a hum to himself he took the catgirl’s hand in his own, looking over the bracelet he had gotten her for Christmas. It was nice to see she still wore it, the silver, diamonds, and rubies all contrasted well against her dark skin. Shifting he leaned down and kissed the back of her hand before smiling gently. “I’m glad to see you still like your gift.” He told her.
He moved to pet her head as she hugged him back. Funny how it had become habit now around her. He had to sigh at the inquiry however. "It may take a while." He confessed. He didn't exactly eat much in the first place so the pile the dragonling had brought him would last for quite a bit. "It's not as if there was many people, just two including you, but.." He couldn't help it, he had to sigh again. "Lief is a bit on the excessive side..."
"Uh, Demetri, right? The one who hangs out with Ama...?"
Demetri looked down by his side to see the young girl trying to keep up with him as he walked along the sidewalk, meandering parts of the city he didn’t know yet. He had to raise an eyebrow, he was almost never approached like this. “Um, I do know Miss Amazon, yes.” He replied. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Well, I, uh… I wanted to get to know you better!”, Pastel blurted, “You hang around her a lot, and I guess I wanted to make some new friends, y'know?”
It’s been like this for years. Pastel never really knew how to actually make friends, as she was very unpopular in her grade school days. But hanging around Amazon, and meeting all these new people made her decide that she wanted to learn how to make friends and talk to people. She couldn’t be an anti-social and awkward nerd for the rest of her life, right?
“So, um, my name’s Pastel.”
Demetri looked down by his side to see the young girl trying to keep up with him as he walked along the sidewalk, meandering parts of the city he didn’t know yet. He had to raise an eyebrow, he was almost never approached like this, but she looked nervous and the complete opposite of threatening, so he gave her a small smile.
“Hello Miss Pastel. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He answered. He was more open to getting closer with humans now a days but first meetings like this always reminded him of the differences and how time almost moved too fast.
“What would you like to know?”
Leaf heart thing going down ~asinningcat
With a hum to himself he took the catgirl’s hand in his own, looking over the bracelet he had gotten her for Christmas. It was nice to see she still wore it, the silver, diamonds, and rubies all contrasted well against her dark skin. Shifting he leaned down and kissed the back of her hand before smiling gently. “I’m glad to see you still like your gift.” He told her.
Smiling slightly, Amazon simply stated, “I love it dearly so why would I get rid of it? Thank you again.” She looked at the bracelet that reflected beautifully. It was something she would expect Demetri to buy. “Happy Valentine’s Day, though.”
He straightened and let go of her hand before gently petting her head. “Thank you, to you as well.” He replied with a nod of his own head. “I hope any confections you received are good.” He leaned down and gave the girl a hug.
demetribykov:
With practiced fluidity he moved out of the way of the cyborg’s very forward second attack as well, ducking and jumping back a few feet.
“You say that, but I really only came here to apologize for the mistaken identity. You’re rather aggressive…“ He honestly wouldn’t be in the best of moods if the reverse had happened to him, but he had a mild temperament for the most part.
“Is this really necessary?” He sighed and caught the next swing by the wrist, holding it there. From his experience with the other cyborg he had a rough guess as to how much strength to use in order to keep hold of the limb, but not break it.
“I don’t like being bothered,” Genos grunted, as he struggled in the man’s grip. “Release me right now.” Some apology this was turning out to be! Genos never prided himself on being a decent person, but he was quite certain that begging for one’s forgiveness did not include manhandling. He wasn’t even sure if he could fairly take this guy on. Not only was he tall, but he had a strength to match. And impressive reflexes.
Oh.
Now it made sense.
“You’re a hero, aren’t you?”
With a bit of hesitance, he slowly let go of the cyborg’s wrist, weary of him swinging for him again. He took a step back, still on guard as he looked him over.
His question made him look at the dark haired male in surprise. He certainly had never been called a hero before. He supposed if he were to bother classifying himself he would probably sit somewhere in the middle. He did have to injure others to live after all.
“Um.. No..” He replied slowly. “I’m not.” He fidgeted a bit, reaching up to tuck some of the rust colored hair behind his ear as a habit without really noticing the automatic movement.
"Uh, Demetri, right? The one who hangs out with Ama...?"
Demetri looked down by his side to see the young girl trying to keep up with him as he walked along the sidewalk, meandering parts of the city he didn't know yet. He had to raise an eyebrow, he was almost never approached like this. "Um, I do know Miss Amazon, yes." He replied. "Is there something I can help you with?"
