CROWNED.

ind. private. divergent.Misaya Reiroukanwritten by eevee.

[secondcherub]

Dabs at you all. 

[viciousclass]

Breakfast In Bed.

[secondcherub]

pennedpersona replied to your post

-hands you a proton Cu- that will be one soul please.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[secondcherub]

       && if you look to your left you can see Misaya, still panicking because she hasn’t got the slightest clue what to get Paracelsus for White Day and she’s been giving it her best for weeks on end now to come up with something. 

[secondcherub]

|| still here. Would still sell soul for proto cu.

[secondcherub]

LIKE FOR A STARTER FOR THE FGO VERSE. 

Which is Morrigan!Misaya btw. 

[rprnemes]

Send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly!

[spaacemusings]

                          i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell                                            i would know him blind,                   by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the ground

                                         i would know him in death                                             at the end of the world

[secondcherub]

❝ I regret ever complaining. ❞

            && The Morrigan plants her spear into the earth, leans her weight against it where he has EXHAUSTED herself.  A trying battle indeed--  “ I regret you ever complaining, Caster, for what is that saying:  ‘ if something can go wrong, it will? ‘  Please, for future safety, if you see something going HORRIBLY downhill...neglect to comment. “ 

             Goddess in human form heaves, lets breath away in long sighs and eventually stands straight, tips her head back to stare at the singularity sky.  “ We should keep moving, there’s never time to waste in WAR. “ 

[secondcherub]

⌊ ... I don’t think I can let go. ⌉

    “ && what will you do when it comes down to LETTING GO or DYING OUT?  If you cannot ADAPT you will not continue.  There comes a point...where you cannot go on as you are.  Something will force you to change-- what is the saying ?  If you do not BEND, you will BREAK. “ 

[secondcherub]

▛ & / or ▜ !

▛ would they top or bottom for your muse

Having sex with Misaya, without a doubt, will cause you to question who is really in control here.  To be serious about it, it switches back and forth-- someday’s she’ll powerbottom the hell out of you, ride you till she absolutely can’t anymore-- and others she’d far rather you take care of her, be gentle with her, kiss her and make love to her.  

It’s 100% dependent on her mood and the situation.  However, when it comes to Para, he’s definitely the only person she’d ever relinquish control to at all.  ( Also, totally just saying, that eating her out is a completely valid form of Mana Transfer and she definitely agrees. )  

▜ where they would kiss your muse right now

Whatever will get her the best reaction.  Surprising Paracelsus with kisses is always carefully considered first.  Sometimes she sneaks up from behind in the middle of his work and kisses over his throat, along the shell of his ear-- sometimes she’s less kind.  Bites.  

Sometimes she manages to sneak around and kiss him right on the lips-- in short, there’s no telling where she’d kiss him given the chance. 

[therpmemes]

             sam smith (the thrill of it all) → lyrics starters

slightly edited in some cases to work for rp purposes. feel free to change phrasing or pronouns to fit your muse(s)!

❝ You must think that I’m stupid. ❞

❝ I’m never gonna let you close to me. ❞

❝ Every time you walk out, the less I love you. ❞

❝ We don’t stand a chance, it’s sad but it’s true. ❞

❝ I’m way too good at goodbyes. ❞

❝ I’m used to emptiness in my heart and in my arms. ❞

❝ I need to hear you say those words. ❞

❝ I need to hear you say it first. ❞

❝ I think about you all the time. ❞

❝ I hope it makes you burn. ❞

❝ I choose me, and I know that’s selfish. ❞

❝ I give another piece of me away every waking day that I’m with you. ❞

❝ Am I a monster? ❞

❝ What will your family think of me? ❞

❝ Tonight’s the night I choose to walk away. ❞

❝ Love you so much that I have to let you go. ❞

❝ It would be wrong for me to stay. I’ll just give you hope. ❞

❝ I can’t stop crying. ❞

❝ I’ve been burning up since you left. ❞

❝ I’ve been smoking more than twenty a day. ❞

❝ I used to have respect for myself. That river ran dry. ❞

❝ It’s like the fire replaced all the love. ❞

❝ I have a secret that I can’t keep. ❞

❝ I’m not the boy that you thought you wanted. ❞

❝ Please don’t be angry. ❞

❝ Don’t you try and tell me that God doesn’t care for us. ❞

❝ I love him. ❞

❝ I don’t think I can let go. ❞

❝ What are you to do when the person that you love just says no? ❞

❝ Get yourself together, move on with your life. ❞

❝ You could’ve had the guts to face me. ❞

❝ Why do I always fall for the ones who have no courage? ❞

❝ I’d kill for you and you know that. ❞

❝ Real love is never a waste of time. ❞

❝ I regret ever complaining. ❞

❝ I have never believed in you, but I’m gonna pray.  ❞

❝ I’ll never love again. ❞

❝ I’ll never love you. ❞

❝ I gave my heart to a goddamn fool. ❞

❝ I gave him everything, now there’s nothing left for you. ❞

❝ If there are feelings there, they are not mine. ❞

❝ Can’t you see I am a product of my own past? ❞

❝ I’ll live out the rest of my days alone. ❞

❝ I regret that I told the world that you were with me. ❞

❝ I guess you were goddamn perfect. ❞

❝ I guess I got lost in the moment. ❞

❝ Your love has fixed all of our broken hearts. ❞

❝ I hope you’re proud of what you’ve done. ❞

❝ You cleared up my scars. ❞

❝ Let’s grab a bottle and take it one day at a time. ❞

❝ People like me don’t pick a fight with you. ❞ 

[secondcherub]

writer aesthetics

john keats:     the lavender in sunsets,  flowers in the rain,  sunlight slipping through clouds, lazy summer afternoons,  the heavy scent of musk,  flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books,  fireflies on a cool summer night,  being wrapped in fresh bedsheets,  the ache of wanting what you can never have,  dripping sunlight like gold, loving someone so exquisite, soft lips and soft whispers,  fingers through hair, names of lovers carved in trees, broken glass,  the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.

f. scott fitzgerald:    mahogany wood, crisp winter skies with cold bright stars,  the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog,  empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room, pale bruised arms reaching out into the darkness, cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol,  a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day,  the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment,  your favorite sweater,  parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow,  a purple split lip oozing blood,  black eyes fading to blue to pale skin, the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries,  the romanticization of self-destruction.

franz kafka:    the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future,  decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there,  the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books,  delicate veins in the wrist,  ghosts filling lungs,  shattered bones, raindrops on the tongue,rusting metal, nostalgia that aches, the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head

h.p. lovecraft:    the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave,  pouring rain and mud,  a child’s fear of the dark,  thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never ending ocean,  the silence of three a.m.,  danse macabre by camille saint-saens playing on a record in an empty house,  the possibility of aliens and the weird feeling it gives you that you can’t explain,  unexplainable phenomena,  strange lights in the sky in the dead of night,  ouija boards and urban legends.

jack kerouac:    the brisk pine air of being on a mountain,  travels without a destination, those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory,  screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive, coffee shops late at night,  car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark,  naps spent in the sun,  novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins,  the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders,  ignoring flaws and loving life,  wind through hair,  depression as fog in the brain,  impossible ideals,  a quiet sunrise,  walks alone,  when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people,  open lands stretching out into infinity,  falling in love with being alive.

edgar allan poe:    the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog, hollow bones,  a preserved heart held in hands,  twinkling stars above an old graveyard,  the way everything turns to dust, silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom,  self-inflicted flames,  perfection depicted as a rotting corpse, death as bricks in the heart, lips barely brushing against each other,  glassy glazed eyes, biting into a lemon,  heart-shaped bruises, rotting flowers on a grave,  dried blood and spilled liquor,  the hush of dusk when it begins raining,  the intimacy of a secret.

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[secondcherub]

Someone: mentions cú.

Misaya:

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

Sexual tension sentence starters

as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall

Angry

“Make me.”

“I dare you.”

“Bite me.”

“You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”

“Wanna bet?”

“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”

“Prove it.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”

“Oh, well fuck me, then.”

“Shut up!”

“Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”

Flirty

“I wish we weren’t out in public…”

“Wow, you’re really strong.”

“Wanna go for a ride?”

“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”

“Ah, I think I need a new bed.”

“Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”

“You have really nice fingers…”

“Are we going downtown?”

“You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”

“That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”

“What do you wear to bed?”

Awkward

“Do you have to eat it like that?”

“Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”

“Hey, stop biting your lip…”

“Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

“Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”

“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”

“Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”

“I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”

“*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

sexual sunday honesty! send my muse a nsfw/sexual question and they have to answer it honestly.

[askmemesyo-blog1]

Let’s play Tetris (NSFW Edition)! For each block my muse gets, they have to reveal one of the following:

▙ a secret thought they’ve had about your muse

▟ one of their kinks

▛ would they top or bottom for your muse

▜ where they would kiss your muse right now

▄ would they have a one night stand with your muse

▐ would they date your muse if asked