Mind ( Beast ) -> Body ( Flesh ) -> Soul ( Presence ) // Saints of the Abyss

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Mind ( Beast ) -> Body ( Flesh ) -> Soul ( Presence ) // Saints of the Abyss
My Muse does not celebrate Christmas.
Feel free to send in character or out of character asks to find out what they do during the winter holidays instead!
Please reblog this if it’s okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you even if you haven’t reblogged a meme because I just want to RP with you
Injuries, Old and New Prompts
(Prompts for scenarios for injured muses. Add "+ 🔄" or "+ reverse" to reverse the scenario!)
😴 My muse wakes up in the middle of the night to find your muse injured in their living room
👊 My muse gets hurt during a fight
🔍 Your muse spots an old injury belonging to my muse that they didn't know about before
🩹 Your muse takes care of my muse after a bad injury
🔓 My muse reveals a hidden injury to your muse
🛡️ My muse gets hurt while trying to protect your muse
😑 My muse accidentally hurts themselves while doing something mundane
🤫 My muse tries to hide an injury from your muse
💔 My muse sees your muse getting hurt but is unable to stop it
🧳 My muse has been away for a while and returns with a mysterious injury
🙈 Your muse helps my muse to hide an injury
🕒 My muse is still affected by an old injury and they need your muse to help them
💭 My muse's opinion on something changes after getting hurt
🎭 My muse pretends to be injured for a specific reason
😖 My muse feels guilty after accidentally hurting your muse
💫 My muse has temporary memory loss after an injury
😤 My muse complains about a small, inconsequential injury to your muse
“Hey, I get it, ya don’t wanna give tha wrong impression.” He smiled walking with her to the coffee shop, the inside full of the usual weekday crowd of busybodies on their lunchbreaks, randoms out shopping with their families and singles more there for the free wifi than what was on sale.
“Listen, sweets, this ain’ gotta go nowhere you don’t want, I jus’ wanna treatchya ta a coffee'n’ maybe a meal an’ if it goes further, it does, if not, well, we at least gotta chance ta chat.” He informed her as honestly as he could whole finding them both a table, reclining in his chair as he pulled hers out for her with an inky black tendril extended lazily from his right palm.
Lien-da slaps the tendril away, a terrible feeling going down her back as she does so, almost as if a similar experience had happened before. A disturbing one. “What are you hoping to accomplish with those little tricks? win me over? then you got it all wrong! ugh…” All her good will is gone.
“Why is it always happening whenever i’m trying to be nice?” And she’s back to her old defensive self, her teeth gritted as to not make an even bigger scene. good scene people were few.
Seeing her reaction to his more unusual implement he dispels it with a flick of his wrist, the tendril fading away as if scattered by the wind. "Like I said, I'm jus' wantin ta spend time with a badass babe an' see where it goes." He answers honestly, hiding his surprise at her reaction under a friendly smile.
"Hey, if yer comfortable talkin' about it, why'd mah tendril freak ya out like that?" He asks leaning forward torwards her, his eyes focusing on hers amd his tone sincere. "Was tryna show a lil class, not upsetchya."
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Ampere - Electric Current
“Mah handsome lil dude, trust me, I know”, the grey-furred echidna chuckled putting an arm around the shorter man’s shoulder, “if ya wanna really live though, I’ve got a hot tub filled with champagne that’ll spothe ya right up.”
Dan was unsure how to react when he was referred to as handsome and on top of that told about a hot tub with champagne? Sounded like an awful waste. “A champagne bath? Why on chaos would you do that? I don’t imagine a drink being nearly as hygienic.”
"Its better'n ya think", he smiled with his eyes half-lidding, the slight smell of booze wafting from his chest as he considered his options with this interesting stranger, "booze has alcohol, alcohol kills germs, its pretty much sanitary unless ya decide ta do more than jus' soak in it."
“Y’know what I stumbled across recently? One of them hot springs, so I gave it a try. I don’t think I’ll be able to completely enjoy a normal bath or shower again, it just felt that good! Didn’t wanna move from it!”
“Seriously, I feel a lot more loose than normal after that. I wonder what does that?”
"Mah handsome lil dude, trust me, I know", the grey-furred echidna chuckled putting an arm around the shorter man's shoulder, "if ya wanna really live though, I've got a hot tub filled with champagne that'll spothe ya right up."
Make a assumption about my muse and see how they react! Anything goes!
Show My Muse Their Future
Give them a glimpse of what is to come. Either your best guess or things that are plotted that haven't happened to them yet.
Give them a vision of where they could end up if they stay on their current path.
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A little human Chartreuse for ya’ll, in case I ever wanna do a human-esque AU for him.
EVER WONDER WHAT MY MUSE SAYS ABOUT YOURS?
Send me a symbol.
📖 for what my muse would write about yours in their diary. 📷 for what my muse would say to the paparazzi about yours. 💋 for what my muse would say to the person trying to woo your muse. 🔪 for the eulogy my muse would give for yours. 💌 for a letter my muse would write to yours. 📫 for a letter my muse would write about yours to a third party. 📨 for a text my muse would send to yours. 💬 for a text my muse would send to yours to a third party. 💀 for what my muse would say upon hearing about your muse’s death. 👪 for what my muse would say to your muse’s child about them. 👊 for what my muse would say upon hearing yours has been arrested. 💒 for the toast my muse would give at your muse’s wedding.
Send me ❔ and my muse will admit one thing that genuinely confuses them about yours
Send me ‘ regrets ‘ and my muse will open up to yours about one event in their life they regret
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“Nothin much”, he answered taking a moment to think of any local spots he knew nearby that likely wouldn’t scare off this intriguing, attractive woman he had just met, “maybe that latte place around tha corner? I hear its got tha best triple-charged fraps an’ bagels.”
No, no, no, every single inches of her psyche screamed for her to refuse and be left alone in the comfort of her own problems. But another voice, both further and clearer than the rest reminded the echidna that it she needed that. It was hard to deny it, she was being ridiculous playing hard to get when she already was in her forties. “Let’s do just that.” She finally graces him with an answer after what felt likean uncomfortable eternity (it’s only been a few seconds).,and to put emphasis in her words, she just as gracefully jumps off her chair to accompany the would be gentlemen.
Briefly amazed she accepted his offer, the constantly confident party animal couldn’t help but loose a surprised “heh” upon hearing her invitation instead of the rejection he half expected. He had no way of knowing whether or not this could lead to the kind of fun he was best at…but at the moment he didn’t really care, wanting instead to simply see where this would lead. At worst he could end up with a new number in his phone and that would be good enough.
“Aight, aight, we’ve got a plan.” he smiled offering an arm to hold, crooking his left out like a highschool student about to walk his date into a dance. “So, jus’ why was a sweeter-than-honey on tha eyes stack'a gorgeous like you by yoself before I came up?” He questioned giving her a quick once-over with his eyes.
Lien-da was the first impressed by her ability to tolerate this fellow echidna’s tentative to punch above his weight with his terrible one liners, trace of manners and strange clothing taste -The last one was uncalled for, however-.
“By Aurora..” She bemoaned, ignoring the raised hands and silently admonishing herself for even agreeing.“I may be nice enough to accompany you, but do no It was true, however, that this fella had a little something about him that intrigued him, and as long as this point was not cleared out, she would keep a keen eye on him.
It was only at the coffee shop that Lien-da realised her mistake: She didn’t like coffee at this time of the day.
whoops.
"Hey, I get it, ya don't wanna give tha wrong impression." He smiled walking with her to the coffee shop, the inside full of the usual weekday crowd of busybodies on their lunchbreaks, randoms out shopping with their families and singles more there for the free wifi than what was on sale.
"Listen, sweets, this ain' gotta go nowhere you don't want, I jus' wanna treatchya ta a coffee'n' maybe a meal an' if it goes further, it does, if not, well, we at least gotta chance ta chat." He informed her as honestly as he could whole finding them both a table, reclining in his chair as he pulled hers out for her with an inky black tendril extended lazily from his right palm.
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