#missmakepeace

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“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all. Something elegant and showy, maybe, for those who like that sort of thing. A masquerade set, or historic costumes, perhaps.”

The teen began to sketch out some forms on the paper, with simple shapes on each.

“It would cover both floor-length and ballgown dresses, and a number of suits... Adding matching robes to the slender dresses would flesh them out a bit, I think.”

A thoughtful look was given to Diane.

“I wonder if I could come up with a transparent effect with fabric. That would be interesting, wouldn’t it?”

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No. That was way too close.

Sissel arched his back and hissed as the girl carelessly stepped on his tail, and though he felt no pain, he was obligated to let in on his mind, anyway.

How could any one human treat a cat of his stature with such disrespect?

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I would hurt you if the opportunity presented itself | I never want to see you again | I’m jealous of you | I find you attractive | I find you REALLY attractive | I crave your approval | I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your approval | I enjoy your company | I want us to have a future together | I wish we were dating | I wish we’d never met | I’ve thought about you while masturbating | I would fuck you | I’m using you | I love you | I’d take a bullet for you | I’ve been dishonest with you | I wish you’d leave me alone | I’d do anything you asked of me |

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Mun Asks!

♥: Would you get along with your muse? 

I’d get along with Iori, but I’m not sure he’d get along with me, haha. He might tolerate me. But I’m hella silly, and he’s um... Not so outwardly silly. 

●: If you could say just one thing to your Muse, what would it be?

U ok there buddy? (lol)

✉: Are there any RPers you admire/are inspired by?

Of course! I love people who can so naturally just get their character. So it’s like you’re RPing with the actual character, you know? And there are so many people that I interact with that I can’t name them all without this getting to be a loooooooong post, man.

There’s also a friend I made that isn’t in Citta, but has wonderful insight and characterization on not just Iori, but a lot of the Elite Four (From Kill la Kill)

Thank you for the asks!! <3

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♫ - An entry about old memory from my muse’s past.

Nudist Beach Headquarters, Day 16

The vacuum rescue device is finished, aside from hooking all the wires together. Inumuta is currently taking care of that for me, seeing as I’m currently confined to a bed to sleep. To be honest, I don’t think I’ve slept since Tuesday...

I can handle the work--that’s the easiest part. It brings me closer to what Satsuki has... Is fighting for. I won’t let her down. I won’t let the others down, either. 

I know they’re doubtful she’s alive. But I know better. And I won’t stop fighting for her. They’ll see. Until then, I have to put this down before Jakuzure literally sits on me to stay put (she’s heavier than she looks...)

To the me of the future--I told you so.

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♚ —- “Oh? Welcome to my tea shop.” While Bern seldom worked in the store she occupied, she’d been caught off guard when an unfamiliar woman walked in after her. She supposed she’d have to be... ugh... polite. And yet, there was something peculiar about this woman. “Hm... I have no complaint about your garb, however. Few respect fancier wear in this city.”

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Luke’s always been taught to be polite to ladies, and he’s hung around enough older women to know how to be a proper gentleman: but this lady in particular strikes him as… curious, and Luke wonders why.

“I’m sorry for bumping into you and making you drop your bag, miss,” Luke begins, because an apology’s the first thing he’s taught to do when he’s had another streak of that clumsiness that’s gotten him into tight situations more than once, stooping down to swipe the purse from the ground before straightening up and politely handing it  to the blonde with a serene smile— “Here you go!”

He should be leaving by now but the curiosity too much to ignore: so he suddenly splutters, “Uh— have I seen you someplace before….?”

It’s a weird familiarity, he’s sure, but all that does is just raise more questions.