I NEED RED SHOES!

(note: these are meant for giving muses a chance to flirt for fun or allowing muses to react to unreciprocated flirting. please do not send them in with the intent to start a ship or get upset when your muse is rejected or the receiver's muse misinterprets their meaning or doesn't take it seriously)

How about we head back to my place?

That outfit looks great on you, I bet it would look even better on my floor.

So, is this a date?

What would you do if I kissed you?

Can I hold your hand?

Care to dance?

We can share the bed.

Are you always so oblivious?

Just one date, that's all I'm asking.

Just give me a chance.

I love you.

My friends bet me that I couldn't get your number. Want to help me win?

It's so distracting to be around you.

You can admit you find me charming, you know?

I can think of a few ways we could pass the time, if you're bored.

You're completely out of my league, aren't you?

You know a lot of people think we're a couple.

You don't have to pretend you're not staring you know, you can look openly.

Come on, I know you like me.

Is it hot in here, or is it just you?

Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?

Just say the word and I'm yours.

You know, you're really cute when you smile like that.

Can I buy you dinner?

You can get closer if you'd like.

Do you have plans later?

I'd love to get to know you better.

I'm trying really hard to impress you here.

I was hoping I'd run into you today.

I think we'd make a pretty good team.

Well… that sounded smoother in my head.

I've got patience. I can wait.

Can't you see we'd be perfect together?

I think you might be my soulmate.

I've tried moving on, okay? But I can't.

The two of us would make beautiful babies.

Keep looking at me like that and I might get the wrong idea.

I could get used to seeing your face every day.

Kiss me.

If you're this feisty in public, I wonder what you're like behind closed doors?

Let me spoil you.

You look cold, how about I help warm you up?

I'd treat you right if you'd just let me.

Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?

You really expect me to believe you've never thought about us together?

I swear all the love songs I've heard were about you.

I'm sorry, what did you say? I was distracted by your beauty.

Do you want to help me test out my new mattress?

You have no idea the kind of thoughts I’ve been having about you lately.

You have no idea what you do to me.

Your hand looks heavy, can I hold it for you?

I don't bite...unless you want me to.

I'll go anywhere you want to take me.

Let me buy you a drink.

Is that a blush I see?

Are you trying to drive me crazy?

Mind if I keep you company?

What's someone as pretty as you doing all alone?

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

Adjust wording as necessary. Picked up from the internet of 'how to ragebait men' posts, but adjusted to try and apply to anyone.

"We were supposed to be sparring! Not dancing!" Her feathers bristled with frustration. "We have things to do, Rakan. The magic is waning. Strangers are corrupting and draining it further. We do not—" She sighed, exhaustion settling in as the air left her lungs. "We do not have time to rest, mieli."

It wasn't a new discussion. They had been over this before—Rakan showing his concern over his lover's wellbeing, and Xayah pushing back, always pushing forward. The cycle was familiar. Tiring. But she couldn't stop.

Knowing it would be most useless to try and force him to do something while his mind was elsewhere, she shifted tactics.

"Let's do the following. We spar now, and later on you can pick whatever activity you want us to do. We can go dancing, have some chocolate, or..." A malicious smirk graced her lips. "We could make out until your ears bleed~"

Perhaps that would be enough encouragement for the charmer to put his mind on sharpening his fighting skills.

Her expression softened—just a fraction, just enough. "And yes, I do love to dance with you." That was perhaps her weakness. She just couldn't simply resist an invitation to dance—not when it was Rakan inviting her.

He could argue that yes, they had time to rest. At least, Rakan would make sure Xayah would rest, she was always working so hard, training so hard, and yet kept demanding more of herself like she had infinite energy and will to keep doing. It was his job to make sure she took breaks and got plenty of rest.

Maybe they could get to a compromise, but that would require a lot of working around and convincing for Xayah, he was sure of it. Even getting her to sleep sometimes was hard when she was really worked up. This was perhaps their longest dance, but they always alternated who was doing the leading.

His ears perked up, eyes widening and a grimm appearing on hips lips before he jumped close to Xayah, suddently paying too much attention.

— No taking back alright? And to make sure you keep up with your word..... — Rakan held out his pinkie for her. Yes, he took those promises very serioulsy and she knew it. She should know that if Rakan made such promise, he was going to keep his end of the bargain always so it was a win win for both of them.

As soon as she had hooked her pinkie with his, the Vastaya jumped away, streching as he got ready. Serious! He could do that! No problem. Not a single one! After he was tone, the charmer spun around to face Xayah, jumping on his feet.

— Ready whenever you are, Mielaa.

"Rakan! Stop that and take this serious!" Frustration was evident in her voice. This was supposed to be a sparring session. A chance to stay sharp before their next mission. Yet somehow, her partner had turned it into… whatever this was. It would have been much easier to practice if her opponent wasn't being so infuriating.

Xayah preferred fighting at range, letting her feathers do the work. But enemies didn't always have the courtesy to stay where she wanted them, and close-combat was a skill worth practicing. Yet, every time she closed the distance, he slipped around her instead of bloquing her attack. Worse, he stayed close, with his hand brushing against her side every other turn. Fingers skimming her arm while avoiding a strike. The occasional touch at her waist that lingered just long enough to know Rakan was doing it on purpose.

With a sharp huff, she took several quick steps backward, reclaiming some much-needed space between them. Only then did she catch the look in his eyes.

And suddenly everything made sense. A flush crept across her pale cheeks before she could stop it. "Oh, you—" She bit back a curse. Of course he wasn't taking this seriously. Of course he had been staying close on purpose. And of course he looked entirely too pleased with himself for it.

"RAKAN!" This time the frustration was accompanied by genuine embarrassment, a real feat not many could achieve.

Whatever determination she'd had to continue the spar evaporated on the spot, leaving her standing there glaring at him while desperately pretending she hadn't noticed exactly what he was doing—or how effective it had been.

Rakan knew he probably should take this more serioulsy, but what it was a battle but a more elaborate dance? And he simply adored to dance with Xayah. It hadn't started as what he could call a 'mating dance', he just wanted her to relax a little bit and maybe take it easy, even if just a little bit. Maybe if he goofed off like he always did she would smile, laugh a little.

He knew very well how much his soulmate needed a vacation but it wasn't exactly easy to make Xayah just... stop. So maybe a little bit of light hearted fun would do the trick. He would dodge her attacks and slide away at the last second, forming a ritym based off her own. The vastaya would grow more bold, trying to touch her with each time he dodged one of those dangerously sharp feathers, waiting just enough to see if she would catch on what he was doing.

After the last movement, Raken jumped away, not too away of course and grinned when he heard Xayah speak and then call his name in frustration. Grinning from ear to ear, the charmer gave a twirl, bowing as if he had just given her a performance. What, truth be told he did. AND it had been an awesome one at that!

— What's the matter, Xayah? I thought you liked to dance!

       →  WORDS .

❛  i’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ? .  ❜ ❛  you  know  what  i’m  waiting  for .  ❜ ❛  keep  your  hands  where  they  are .  ❜ ❛  i want you to ride  [ me / my fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  you  make  the  prettiest  sounds .  ❜ ❛  say  please .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  make  this  last .  ❜ ❛  look  at  me .  ❜ ❛  i’m  yours ,  only  yours -  ❜ ❛  yeah ,  just like that -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  barely  even  started .  ❜ ❛  i  need  you .  ❜ ❛  god ,  shut  up  and  fuck  me  already !  ❜ ❛  god ,  yes ,  [ name ] ,  don’t  stop .  ❜ ❛  you  have  no  idea  how  long  i’ve  wanted  to  do  this .  ❜ ❛  who  gets  to  touch  you  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  come  for  me .  ❜ ❛  ah ,  ah -  don’t  touch .  ❜ ❛  brace  your  hands  on  the  wall .  ❜ ❛  could  you  come  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  let  me  come -  ❜ ❛  god ,  you’re  beautiful -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  waiting  for  this  all  night .  ❜ ❛  you’re  such  a  tease .  ❜ ❛  take  these  off .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  feel  your  [ mouth / fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  do  you  have  any  idea  how  good  you  taste ?  ❜ ❛  tell  me  what  you  want .  ❜ ❛  we  shouldn’t -  ah ,  we shouldn’t be doing this .  ❜ ❛  faster ,  [ name ] ,  i  need  more .  ❜ ❛  is  this  good ?  ❜ ❛  keep  your  eyes  open .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  to  find  out  what  else  you  can  do .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  be  so  gentle .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  hear  you  beg .  ❜ ❛  can  i  take  this  off ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  please ,  please -  ❜ ❛  you’re  doing  so  well  for  me .  ❜ ❛  please  touch  me .  ❜ ❛  keep  reading ,  i  want  to  see  how  long  you  last .  ❜ ❛  i’ll  buy  you  another  one .  ❜ ❛  say  my  name .  louder .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  any  longer .  ❜ ❛  you  feel  so  good .  ❜ ❛  you’re  going  to  leave  a  mark -  ❜ ❛  touch  yourself  for  me .  ❜ ❛  do  you  deserve  it ?   ❜ ❛  did  i  say  you  could  come ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  so  close -  ❜ ❛  they’re  going  to  catch  us -  ❜ ❛  i  want  you  right  here .  ❜ ❛  we  have  to  be  quiet .  ❜

         →  ACTIONS .

1. is your muse able to keep a secret?

2. is your muse skilled at using technology?

3. how skilled is your muse at communication? 

4. who would your muse consider their best friend?

5. are there any fears your muse still holds from childhood? 

6. what is something that ticks your muse off, no matter what?

7. what clothes does your muse feel most comfortable in? why?

8. how many fights has your muse been a part of? how did they fare?

9. does your muse have any nervous habits? (biting lip, fidgeting, etc.)

10. how often does your muse find themselves daydreaming? what about?

11. how often does your muse cry? do they cry silently, privately, or out in the open?

12. what is a lesson your muse’s parent(s)/guardian taught them that they still hold onto?

13. is your muse proficient at any musical instruments? how long did it take them to learn?

14. does your muse prefer cooler or warmer weather? how does the heat/cold affect them?

15. does your muse know how to cook? what is the most complicated dish they’re able to make?

send one ( or more ) in to learn all about… 

scars:  how many scars does my muse have? where are they located on my muse’s body? how did they get them? what do they look like? 

sleep: how many hours a night does my muse sleep? do they take naps? how restful is their sleep? do they experience nightmare? if so, how often? 

meals: how many meals does my muse eat a day? what do they generally consist of? 

routine: does my muse have a consistent routine in their lives? do they find it difficult to stick to a routine? 

chronic: does my muse have any chronic health conditions / illnesses? how do these affect them from day-to-day? 

doctor: how often does my muse visit the doctor? do they tend to go routinely, or only when something is wrong? 

relaxation: what does my muse do to relax? do they find it easy to carve out time to relax? 

aches: does my muse have any frequent aches? ie, muscle aches, joint aches? how do these affect them from day-to-day? 

stress: does my muse handle stress well? what is a surefire sign for others to tell that they’ve become stressed? how does stress affect them mentally / physically?