Silence! Allegro, allegro!

Oh? What is it my little moth? I hope you won't touch anything in my gallery...though I'm always looking for new disciples to train in the arts, provided you're good enough. [{ Tracking "themaskedrabbit" }]

[exorcist-on-paws-blog]

Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

[ohyousosrank-deactivated2022061]

SPLOICERS

[barbara-batgirl-gordon-deactiva]

Reblog if you have a Skype. Send me an ask if you want mine.

[the-masked-rabbit]

'Kissed'

45 - “Groin (Clothed)” {admin is so done by now bye gonna be under the cut because even with clothed it’s still a crotch shot-}

It was probably his own fault, in hindsight. He had told young Fitzpatrick that pleasing him might elicit a favourite to be chosen, specifically the man currently on his knees before him. Threading fingers into brown hair, Cohen smirks, feeling the press of lips against his groin, only two layers of fabric separating his disciple from warm skin.

"It would almost seem your life goal is to be my number one, is it not, young Fitzpatrick? Well, hurry up and finish what you started; I have work to tend to and no time for much intimacy today."

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MUNDAY MEME THINGY!

Okay so I’m tired of reblogging the same meme every Monday to answer the same questions over and over again, so I decided to put together some of my own.  Send me numbers so I can answer, feel free to reblog if you want to, but don’t be a d-bag and like/reblog from somebody without sending a number, it defeats the purpose of these things to begin with.

ANYWAYS.

Mun’s theme song.

The meaning of Mun’s first name.

Mun’s favorite sports team(s).

#1 most frequently played song on Mun’s ipod. (if applicable)

Mun’s favorite body part.

Mun’s favorite time of day.

Mun’s celebrity role model.

Mun’s favorite meal.

The last time Mun cried.

The first thing Mun notices about people.

Last movie mun watched.

Last book mun read.

Muse that Mun is most like. (if applicable)

How much cash does Mun have on them right now?

Mun’s celebrity crush (crushes).

Mun’s favorite fictional character.

Mun’s most annoying habit.

Last concert Mun attended.

Mun’s favorite cheese.

What does Mun really think about my muse?

Have at it.  Do it. Validate me.

[the-masked-rabbit]

Kissed

5 - “Lips” {alright more logical than armpit imo}

There wasn’t any doubt that the famed artist fell into homosexual tendencies. At least among his disciples that is. 

And it was when Fitzpatrick’s lips pressed firmly to his own did Sander push all other thoughts out of his mind, his own pair fighting back against his younger disciple’s. There was only one path this display could head down, venturing closer and closer the longer the duo continued their little act. 

There would be no intimacy contracts, only spoken word, without evidence that this ordeal had ever happened. Just a few words and a kiss from his protégé, and the wheels were turning.

[the-masked-rabbit]

'Kissed'

13 - “Armpit” {Kyle why are you kissing armpits}

Silence filled the studio as the painter paused mid-brushstroke, paint threatening to drip off the end of the soaked brush. He’d reached up over his head to dab a bit of pain on an uncovered spot of the canvas, but two lips pressed to his under arm were enough to elicit a stilled and confused reaction from the artist. 

“Kyle…" 

The man lowers his brush and turns to face his disciple.

"Why ever would you kiss me whilst I work? And why my armpit?”

[cittamemes]

Send 'Kissed'

and I’ll generate a number from 1 to 45 to determine where your muse has kissed mine and how my muse reacts!

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[the-masked-rabbit]

[{ I was inspired by nothing and motivated by all }]

[ebony-ivory-blood]

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn't this a bit much?”

Fitzpatrick was all too familiar with his mentor’s reluctance in such a matter. Strange, given how open and experimental Cohen’s nature and art were alike. And Kyle wasn’t the only one who had been trying to persuade the artist to spread his wings even further. Silas Cobb was trying to do the same, though with more “modern” music. Kyle’s heart was in the past, particularly with jazz and it’s origins.

"I know you’re not exactly a big fan, but I’m sure it would be a hit. And you’ve already seen my outfit, obviously," the pianist shrugged, gesturing down the length of his body. He was wearing the old 1900s-inspired outfit he’d pieced together for a ragtime festival he’d competed at on the surface.

"I’ve already found a few people who are interested in the idea. And I can only imagine how many would attend the show. Give it some thought, won’t you?"

[the-masked-rabbit]

"Yes, I've seen your outfit. It's rather hard not to see, Fitzpatrick. But I don't exactly see the appeal in this...music."

The artist found the outfit to be rather distasteful, especially in spite of the music Kyle was attempting to expose him to. He'd heard it before, the ragtime and the jazz, the show tunes not welcome to his ears. Nor his stage as well. But the thought of an audience? Well...that did sound nice.

"Very well, I will think about it. If you prove to me a large enough audience will attend, I may decide to support you, to ensure the production's success."

Success...not so much for Kyle but for himself,the feeling of having an audience in his halls once more tempting the artist very much.

[the-masked-rabbit]

"Do you remember this?"

"Do I remember this? Remember what? The day you closed down access to my stage, to my masterpieces, Ryan?” 

A glare thrown towards this city’s creator, Cohen crosses his arms, raising his upper lip in distaste for the man before him. 

"And just why are you here, in Frolic of all places?”

Eyes widening ever so slightly, he further questions the man. So many questions, so little time.

"And just how did you arrive in Frolic? I thought we were shut off from the rest of Rapture. Unless, of course, you have activated the Bathyspheres just for your travelling convenience."

[the-masked-rabbit]

"Don’t make me beg.”

The artist raises a brow, looking down at the young splicer in front of him, near the point of pleading, but there was no way Cohen was going to give in. Not when she had—

"No talent. You have none, or at least nothing I want to have on my stage. I have seen enough of your…’audition’, and that is said to the furthest stretches of the word.”

The artist grimaces a bit at the pathetic display before him. This seemingly-amateur actress wished so greatly for a part that she would resort to begging to try and sway him, Sander Cohen? No matter her offers, she simply wasn’t what he was searching for, at least for this act.

"Your innermost desire and strongest ambition may be to join me on this platform, but I believe you’re good enough.”

[rpmememaker]

Sentence Meme sentences

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

"You’re under arrest."

[the-masked-rabbit]

ebony-ivory-blood replied to your post:-leaves like 5 bunnies in a box in the studio-

[s2g I didn’t do it…those bunnies aren’t mine]

{gdi now he has bunnies what have you done}

[the-masked-rabbit]

-leaves like 5 bunnies in a box in the studio-

Why is there a fucking box in the midst of my studio has Fitzpatrick been in here messing around with my things--?

-Goes to the box and oh--Picks up a bunny-

At last, more of you have come to keep me company, have you? You five can and will be my temporary audience until the Fort is toured again!

-picks up all the bunnies and leaves for his apartment can't have them pooping on his art or instruments no siree--as you can see admin needs time to get back into the Cohen muse-

[the-masked-rabbit]

[{ First off, admin note: I've been gone for a while, but hopefully I'll actually be back this time, with the new FC of Salvador Dali (mostly because of his ridiculous 'stache). So, if you want to start an rp with me or anything, please mind that I haven't rped this muse in well over one or two months, and I'm so rusty that oil might not do a single thing to help the creaking- }]

"It's so saddening to never see rabbits around the Fort anymore...perhaps there are, hiding away in the corners and pipes of this mess."

[rapturessweetheart-deactivated2]

"People are watching."

"Huh! And this coming from the big, fancy, performance artist such as yourself?"

In defiance, tapped out a few steps on the shiny marble floor, trying to arouse as much attention as possible.

"I thought you were always looking for an audience, Mr. Cohen? Or do you only like them when it’s in your favour?”

[the-masked-rabbit]

The artist rolls his eyes, watching the other tapping his toes across the tile. "You're only making a scene, Russel. I am generally looking for an audience, yes, but not some tippy-tappy entertainment," he comments. "It's not the same as the piano or even sculpture, now, is it?"