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[characterdevelopmentasks]

Hi!

Some of you have already been in the first round–but to make it brief:  this account is a semi-automated question generator that asks random blogs random questions about their muses!

The point is:  reblog this post to get yourself added onto the list, to show me that you’re ok with receiving questions, and to get even more people aware of the process.  I’ll still seek out blogs on my own, but you can do this to expedite the process!

Multimuses, in the tags, you can list the muses you want questions directed to in the following format:  (muse1-muse2-muse3) and so on and so forth.  If not, it just won’t be directed to anyone!

Thanks and happy developing!

(In which I realize you can’t put commas in tags.)

[parismemes]

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

[tsukasataira]

Yuuki Anzai in his room

Do NOT Repost!

[umbracxlo]

( LEONCE. )

Leo walked slowly out of his kitchen and around the corner into his living room.

“The couch is right behind you-” he waited for Dimi to sit before having over the hot chocolate. Leonce say down, throwing his right arm over Dimitri’s shoulder so he can still hold him “-And I’m right next to you watching some cartoons.”

          dimitri carefully followed behind leonce and plopped down on the couch behind him once they reached the living room. he wrapped both hands around the mug that had been handed to him, finding comfort in the warmth that spread to his fingers.

          once the mug was secure in his hands, he took little time in nestling himself against leonce’s side. as he pulled his knees up close to his chest, he asked, ❝ whatcha watching? ❞

[bunnycope]

No matter how hard I scrub I will never be clean. You ruined me. You ruined me. I peel the skin from my arms where you held me down, I scrub my body raw, I pick the scabs as they form, I don’t want this skin, it burns where you touched me. I still feel your hands. It burns. It burns it burns it burn s it burnns ti burnndnsn it burnsnnfitburnsitburns

[umbracxlo]

 ( STRANGER. )

          — Observing was her guide this time; she didn’t fail to see his panic and his fear as they tightened their hold on him, like an unwanted embrace. He lulled worry to bloom at the corners of her heart, unknowingly cause her to take no trust of his claims of his own well being. He was far too shaken.. Almost looking at an older version of herself. She shortened their distance with a couple of careful steps, what could have tied the teen’s situation to this dire state might be around them anywhere. it would be a risk to leave him on his own, leaving someone panicking would wrong, wouldn’t it? “..Hey..” She softly called once again, deciding that her approach must be quiet and soothing.             “..why don’t we calm down for a second here..? Take few deep breaths.” Meno suggested in calm tone, she tried to understand why he was so keen on driving her away from this place. Perhaps the delivery she made here was far more dangerous than she had expected.              “..I’d like to do what you’re asking from me, really but I–” she glanced around them as she spoke; her words were cut off when the sight of someone’s frame barely visible between the shadows from where she stood. Her heart skipped a heavy beat, there was no possible chance for anyone to plainly lay down and sleep at such a place. A small breath was released, mainly for her own sake.. Things just got too complicated and now she has to follow her compulsive obligation of ensuring that he would be away from the harm’s way.. if that was possible. Does he know about the body over there..?          “..But.. I have something to .. um.. do around here.” Slowly, anxiety started to hum through her system. She was clouded to his nature, unaware of what he is capable of doing and that willed her anxiety puddle grow deeper a bit too fast.         “..it’s not– how about we leave this place together..? I promise to do no harm.”

          footsteps, again. she came closer.                    dimitri stumbled as he took a step back.

         ❝ p-please... d-don’t... ❞ he begged, eyes wide with fear. he was overwhelmed with power. he kept it at bay for so long, only for it to just recently become unleashed; it begged within him more, more. it was insatiable, an instinct. it felt like electricity was running though his veins, like static. one touch, and she would get shocked. 

          so why was she trying to calm him down? couldn’t she understand something was wrong? but— oh. he had been hyperventilating. was his erratic behavior making her concerned rather than fearful? dimitri didn’t understand. people weren’t kind enough to care. why was she still here? why wasn’t she running already?

         dimitri loosened his grip on his sides and took a shaky breath. of course she wouldn’t believe him. who would believe a complete stranger, approaching wild and shaking? she must think he’s crazy ( well, if that was the case, she wouldn’t be wrong ). but he had to make her understand that this fear was rational, not some sort of delusion. it was real.

         ❝ i-i’m fine, ❞ he promised, forcing a weak and shaky smile. another deep breath in and out. dimitri could still feel himself shaking, a mix of panic and power coursing through him, but his eyelids managed to droop back to their usual exhausted appearance and slowly, his breathing evened out.

         but, at her suggestion, his progress in breathing normally came to a sharp halt as it caught in his throat. leaving together? the answer was obvious— the closer she was, the more danger he put her in. but if he declined, she would know the root of the problem was not this location, it was him. so like a fool, dimitri quickly choked out, ❝ o— okay. ❞

         fingers curled into fists to stop their trembling, and a bead of sweat dripped down the side of his face. dimitri was never good at split-second decisions. he was going to regret this.

[umbracxlo]

( SCARLET. )

“This was a mistake… I never should have come to you… ” Those words hurt more than she would ever let on. Her heart felt as if it was going to stop beating at any moment. the last time she felt such pain was the day Wolfgang left her alone in this world.

she clutched her heart, she knew what she had to do to stop both their pain. he would be better off without her. She was a bad luck charm, she was a killer. Maybe if she left his life, if she no longer saw him, he would no longer long for death, and death wouldn’t take him until his time.

But she was selfish, she wanted to stay by his side until he no longer loved, or needed her. “Am I a mistake?” she finally got the nerve to say, Trying her best not to shed any more tears. “Do you regret us even meeting?” she asked. this was his gateway, if he truly wanted her out of his life she would give it to him. Only if he answered it directly, if he truly regretted them meeting that day then she would leave.

          dimitri furiously wiped his tears away. his hands slid down his face, fingernails digging into the flesh beneath his eyes. he wanted to claw at himself, to feel the ache as he broke skin and dragged, leaving behind four bloody lines beneath each eye. such pain, such agony... how wonderful it would feel. it would hurt so much lovelier than the pain inside of him right now.

         that wasn’t what he meant. how could she possibly ask him if she was a mistake, when she was one of the only good things in his miserable life? dimitri thought she knew him better than that. he thought she knew better.

         her second question was met with silence. he should lie. he should lie, and come to believe that lie, force it to be the truth. it was for her sake, anyway. but instead, dimitri gouged into his skin deeper, pulling ever so slightly so that the bottom whites of his eyes were exposed in a disturbing manner. 

         ❝ no. i don’t regret it. ❞ and to think lying used to come to him so easily.

         dimitri recalled that moment so vividly; the fear of being found. the warmth that filled him as she tossed him her jacket. he remembered pleading ❛ please, ❜ but to this day, he’s still unsure if he was begging for mercy or for death. never in his entire life had dimitri looked back fondly on a day where one of his accidents took place, but that day in particular... 

         ❝ i— i don’t think i can regret it... ❞ dimitri murmured, heart pounding in his chest, ❝ even though i h-have my siblings now... i still forget... p-people can be kind. i— i’m not used to it, c-coming from anyone besides them. ❞ his voice wavered, a fresh wave of tears about to break through once again. dimitri sniffled. ❝ i c-could probably live... one hundred lifetimes ‘nd i still w-wouldn’t b-be able to repay you f-for what you did f’r me...  ❞ 

         fingernails pulled his skin again, and while no blood came from the scratches he left down his cheeks, dimitri reveled in the aching sensation. ❝ even so... s-sometimes i think... m-maybe you should’ve just killed me... when you had the chance. ❞ 

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( LEONCE. )

Leonce took his time to pour their drink, slightly nudging Dimitri to follow him to the living room.

“Dimi, you don’t have to ask to lean on me,” he replied.

          dimitri pulled his hands away from leonce’s cheeks, only mildly disappointed by the lack of response. every time he did it to his brother jakob, who’s body temperature was always incredibly high, he would yelp in a manner that filled dimitri with amusement. it seemed leonce just had more composure than that.

         so he hummed in reply and leaned his side against his friend’s, fingers gripping on the hem of leonce’s shirt for guidance. ❝ lead the way, then~... ❞

[fdtdsource]

— santanico pandemonium

[umbracxlo]

— inbox call

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[umbracxlo]

( LEONCE. )

“I’m starting to feel that you only want me to steal my body heat,” Leonce teased as he gently swayed them back and forth.

“I’m making us some hot chocolate, I don’t think it’ll be a safe to carry you and the hot mugs.”

          dimitri hummed as they swayed, neither confirming or denying leonce’s theory. but there was a small smile on his face as he lifted his head and said, ❝ well— you are warm. ‘nd i’m always cold so it feels nice! ❞ and so he reached up blindly, and found leonce’s cheeks with his frigid hands, cold as death. ❝ see? cold! ❞

         his lips curled into a pout then. dimitri would never say no to hot chocolate, but he’d finally gotten leonce's attention. it was difficult to pick between the two. so dimitri settled on both. ❝ mm, fine... you don’t have to hold me now, so you can go back to it... b-but can i still just... lean against you? ❞

[nocturnexsins-archived]

Reblog if you are willing to do toxic ships

Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too

[umbracxlo]

( SCARLET. )

“It never hurts for a bit!” Scarlet snapped. “My life was easy without you?” She couldn’t believe his words. She’s never met someone who was just as stubborn as her.

“Revolting?” she asked. “I’ve never thought that! i’ve never thought you were hurting me, or that my life would be easy without you! so don’t put words in my mouth!”  She was getting exhausted emotionally. She couldn’t say anything to make him understand her, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try.

          ❝ i— i never said easy, i... i said easier... ❞ dimitri muttered. he could feel his eyes begin to water and he begged himself don’t cry. don’t cry. don’t cry. fingernails dug deep into his skin, and he reveled in the agonizing pain that it brought as they dragged down his arm. ❝ it... i-it does hurt. i— i’m hurting you right now, a-arent i?! ❞ desperation was evident in both his words and wide eyes; he had to make her understand, even if his voice wavered and cracked as he cried out, ❝ i-if i wasn’t then... th-then you wouldn’t be yelling at me! ❞ 

         a tear slid down his cheek. and then another. and then, they wouldn’t stop. dimitri cursed under his breath as he pulled his arm from his other arm’s sleeve and hid his face behind his hands. was he so weak that he couldn’t properly push her away, even if it was for her own good? he had come to her to open up, to speak about his pain, and this was where they ended up. what a mess.

         ❝ th-this was a m-mistake... ❞ dimitri sobbed, the words muffled behind his hands, ❝ i n-never should h-have come to you... ❞

[umbracxlo]

( — continued from here  // @young-bluebloods )

          ❛ finally, ❜ dimitri thought as leonce pulled him close. it was embarrassing being so honest about what he wanted ( evident by the flush on his cheeks ), but it seemed to be the only way to get his friend’s attention. 

          dimitri wrapped his arms loosely around leonce’s waist and leaned into his embrace. he’d came to find leonce’s hugs to be especially satisfying, and this time definitely did not disappoint. perhaps it was worth being direct for once. ❝ mm... sweaters ‘nd snacks are good... plus y-you’re so warm so... ❞ he took the opportunity to bury his face in leonce’s shirt. honesty truly was embarrassing. ❝ ...i guess it’s okay, then. ❞

[ruadrisresources]

Physical Contact Starters

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

“You broke my nose!”

[kiarakirara-deactivated20210908]

[umbracxlo]

( SCARLET. )

Hearing those words she let out a bitter laugh. She didn’t mean to but those words were such a lie. The last boy who told her those words left her alone in this world. She loved him so much and in a blink of any eye he was gone from her life, she was all alone.

Now Dimitri was talking about leaving her alone too. Was she truly such bad luck, that every she loves leaves her, everyone she loves was destined with such bad fate. If she wasn’t so selfish she would have left a long time ago.

“You’re wrong,” she told him, her tears still running down her cheeks. “Right now I’m not alone, but you will leave me too. I can’t stop you. No matter what I say I can’t stop you.”

          ah. he’d said the wrong thing. of course it was a lie. how could he promise her something like that? how could he belittle her feelings like that? not only was he a hypocrite who hurt her, but he was a liar, too. he was truly disgusting.

          and just like that, dimitri’s arms dropped back to his sides. even when he tried to reach out, he was rejected. he should have known; scarlet would never want to touch someone so horrible. what an idiot he was.

         so instead, he wrapped them around himself and the shield was back. ❝ th— that’s right. i’m going to die. a-and you’ll be alone... i’m... i’m so selfish, h-huh? see, i made you cry. ❞ his breaths quickened. he forced himself not to cry. he would not cry. he wouldn’t. ❝ i’m j— i’m just awful. it doesn’t m-matter if i’m alive or dead, be— because... i’ll hurt you either w-way, huh? ❞

         dimitri adjusted his arms, pushing his left into the sleeve of his right. then he sunk his nails into the skin and dragged. ❝ b-but don’t worry...! it m-might hurt for a little bit b-but... th— then you’ll realize... you’ll remember h-how much easier life was without h— without having to deal with someone as revolting as me...! ❞