#cluelessmuses

[assassinsbled]

@cluelessmuses​​ asked: ❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜ [ fyodor to mary! ]

❁                   not many memories that linger in her broken mind are ones she thinks of fondly - rather, she’d much prefer to forget them and there are quite a few that she has succeeded in losing. when the mind is put under so much strain, it can only do it’s best to protect the soft shell of a girl that carries it around. the memory of meeting him, however, is one she remembers every day, the fondest of all the memories mary has - she thinks of it with eyes glossed over and curved lips.  “ of course i remember. ”

that day she’d been adorned in the best clothing and accessories, worth more than anything else in the room with her outfit alone. she couldn’t say she had been enjoying herself but the sour taste of wine had slid down her throat with ease, allowing herself to feel a light hum and tingle through her limbs. the steps she made were accompanied by the clicking of her heels, slow but confident, as she made her way through the cliques of people preparing to enter a music hall. it wasn’t until she was seated in her family’s private booth, enjoying the scenery and dimming lights overhead that she took notice of what it was she was watching exactly. 

in all honesty, she’d only showed up as a favor to her father who could use her as a way into the world of musical geniuses. it was easy for her to insert herself into the chattering of other musicians and onlookers after the show considering her own name being a popular topic in the conversations. they were lucky that she graced them with her own presence. it wasn’t the gossiping, middle aged women who lived on their husbands’ ceo incomes that she was interested in though. rather, it was the flower she’d watched bloom on the stage, fully engulfed in music as if he hadn’t had thousands of eyes watching him. she’d given him a smile with a bit of fire in her eyes, falling in love just at the sight of him. her own heart seemed to have stopped beating in her chest and her breath was caught in her lungs.

brought back to the current question that fyodor asks, she gives him that same smile - the smile that has enough mischief hidden under the surface to be frighteningly beautiful - an invitation for trouble.  “ how could i forget something like that? that was the day my life really began you know. ”  with a step away so that her back faces him, she clasps her hands together and turns her head just barely to peek at him.  “ i’d probably be dead somewhere if it wasn’t for meeting you. honestly i was a walking corpse even before that moment... you gave me something to live for. ”

[bemuseing]

@cluelessmuses​ said:

" Sometimes you remind me of my sister. Kind, young... & especially naive. " Sounding as serious as usual, even if comment was lighthearted, Boss ruffled Eugene's hair. " Still I wouldn't change any of it for either of you. I guess it's part of your charm. " 

Instinctively, their head bobbed down a smidgeon at the hair ruffle, though they immediately tilted their head up to peer at the ghost.

Boss didn’t normally talk about himself, even less than River. This was the first time Eugene heard him say anything of his family. It was weird — not so much with Sean or Hayden or even Joan. But in a case like Boss... it was almost difficult for Eugene to imagine what it would have been like. That at some time before, he had been a regular person with an entire life. And, they guessed, a sister.

Was it too much to ask more? They couldn’t not be curious. Eugene had never had a sibling themself, though they’d wondered what it would be like often, and they loved stories about siblings.

They thought, then went for it, hesitantly. “Your... sister?”

[bemuseing]

1, 5, 20 & 21!

Questions to ask muns

1. What is your favorite trope to rp?

Hm. That’s a hard one, mostly because I’m not well versed on tropes and character types and stuff like that...

I do have a tendency to gravitate toward characters who aren’t totally honest or who have a complicated relationship with their emotions, or don’t show exactly what they’re feeling all the time (very emotionally open characters are probably some of the hardest for me to roleplay). A bit of self-doubt can’t hurt either.

5. What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write?

This is embarrassing to say, but a lot of female characters. I’ve got trouble writing them. I get very happy when I see a Yosano roleplayer, for example, because that’s a character I love, so I’m happy to see someone else doing her justice. Maybe one day.

20. Do you need music/noise to write or do you prefer silence?

Usually I have music playing, but occasionally I need to cut it all to silence in order to get my brain to work! It’s a bit strange.

21. What time of the day is your favorite to write?

Late night (like how it is for me right now)!

[umbrakudo]

" Aladdin! Look what I found! " With that Titus brought to his friend a cat & almost completely shoved the animal in other's face. " Isn't it wonderful?? Do you think I can keep it? "

Unprompted Asks | Always accepting!

“Eh? Titus-kun. . .” His blue hues immediately settle upon the cat, hands raising instinctively in order to shield his face from the sudden feline in his face. His gaze wide, mouth opened ―― confusion didn’t even begin to explain what Aladdin was currently feeling. “Where did you find it? It’s super cute but. . .do you even know how to take care of a cat?”

[yoakkemae-archived]

@cluelessmuses​  asked:  "  you'll  be  now  going  with  me  miss.  ”  gun  placed  against  ran’s  side.  “  i  heard  a  rumour  that  a  certain  detective  is  still  alive  ,  &  if  i  remember  correctly  ,  you  are  on  good  terms  with  him.  i  think  you’re  enough  to  pull  him  out  of  hiding.  but  ,  as  a  warning  ,  if  you  try  anything  funny  ,  all  that’ll  be  waiting  for  him  is  going  to  be  your  corpse.  ”  for  a  brief  moment  ,  gin  moved  his  hand  ,  gun  firing  before  her  with  a  smile.  “  am  i  clear  or  do  i  need  to  shoot  you  this  time  ?  ”

she  had  automatically  froze  when  she  felt  the  barrel  of  a  gun  direct  on  her  side  ,  mind  already  calculating  how  best  disarm  the  man  holding  her  hostage.  (  he  looked  familiar  too  --  and  it  takes  him  speaking  of  shinichi  for  buried  memories  to  resurface.  he  and  another  man  had  been  on  the  roller  coaster  ,  that  fateful  day  that  shinichi  had  disappeared  and  conan  had  stumbled  into  her  life.  in  a  way  ,  she  supposes  that  this  solves  that  mystery  ).

‘  i  haven’t  heard  from  him  for  over  a  year  ,  ’  ran  says  ,  voice  trembling.  (  the  man  knows  enough  about  shinichi  to  know  that  they  were  close  ,  but  maybe  ,  just  maybe  ,  he  wouldn’t  know  about  her  skills  as  a  karate  champion.  the  more  she  could  get  him  to  underestimate  her  ,  the  better  chance  she  has  of  escaping  on  her  own  without  risking  shinichi.  it  probably  helps  that  she  genuinely  is  scared  ;  although  ,  not  for  herself  ).  ‘  he’s  been  missing  for  a  long  time.  ’

[finalpresent]

@cluelessmuses asked:  " Where oh, where did the little letterman go? " Jack hummed as he slowly approached other, briefly pretending to not be aware of his hiding spot. " Could be here? Maybe back there at the ship. " Mask hid the wide smile as the blades rested a little bit above crouching figure. " Or maybe here~! Run. " Last part being deadpanned, offering survivor few seconds to get away.

His hands covered his mouth as he hid. He knew where the dungeon was, but Jack was so quick and had the range to stop him. Victor debated his options from his couched position, his post dog obediently sitting next to him. He was thankful that Wick wasn’t a loud dog, or else his whining could give away their position.

But it didn’t matter, because his heartbeat picked up and he knew - he knew that Jack was close. The voice caused the postman’s blood to run cold. Run. Well, he didn’t need to be told twice. Gripping his speed boost letter tightly in one hand, and the other grabbing his dog, Victor makes a break for it. Probably moving faster than the hunter expected thanks to his buff, but at the same time --

could he really get away?

[finalpresent]

@cluelessmuses asked:  " Hey, listen. " Ada placed a hand on Victor's cheek, small comforting smile on her face. " It'll be okay, trust me. We can do it, we just need to work together. You have a letter that helps you decode, right? Use it on yourself & I'll go for rescue, we have last machine left. No worries, I know what I'm doing. "

Unprompted ask (Always Accepting!) 

It wasn’t often they were able to communicate face to face in these matches, normally just sending quick messages through their communication devices. But Victor is relieved that the psychologist is here and has a level head. Because anxiety rose in the post man, and he held his post dog close as she explained the plan while they hid behind a broken down wall.

He nods, putting Wick on the ground. He hesitates, though. He also has his bravery letter. He could give that to her to help with the rescue - but then the cipher machine might not be done in time. He bit his lip before pulling out the tranquility letter. He’ll follow her plan for now, if it didn’t work, well, he could always find the dungeon (even if he would feel terrible about abandoning the others to escape through it).

He mouths an ‘okay’ to her before opening the letter and reading the context. He knows what it says, he hand writes every letter he has with him. fingers crumble the letter slightly as he stands and makes a dash for the cipher machine. She knows what she’s doing - he just has to believe in those words for right now.

[malibvnghts]

@cluelessmuses  /  sc.

            “  tell the truth and i’ll spare you the shoulder throw  ,  ”  arms across her chest as she stares down the other  ,  “  come on  ,  it’s simple  ,  yes or no  .  ”  alright  ,  perhaps it was something that didn’t warrant violence  ,  but ran figured a little threat wouldn’t hurt  .