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Sometimes it’s difficult for people to seek contact with each other because they can feel intimidated by others. Using this meme, you can send the symbols to my askbox that represent to you how intimidating I am to you. This way, it could be more clear to both sides how things are based on these feelings.

Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this   + reverse   to change which muse does which action.

tw for implied violence in some

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist

❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek

❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead

❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver

❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers

❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed

❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do

❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss

❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver

❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back

❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder

❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver

❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek

❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face

❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon

❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table

❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall

❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death

“YEAH, that’s kinda why i picked it up,” azem’s grin turned mischievous as she chuckled darkly, “he’s gonna think it’s all ugly and say stuff like, ‘if you insist on bringing me things, must they always be so offensively dreadful?’” she lowers her voice to mock emet-selch’s, though anyone could tell it was in jest, “and then he’ll say he’s going to dispose of it immediately and then i find it in his home one day and tease him about it. it’s hilarious.”

at elidibus’ questioning about the gecko, azem seemed startled out of her scheming revelry, kicking herself for forgetting about elidibus’ love for lizards, “i’m sorry, elidibus, i wanted to show emet-selch first so nobody could warn him. then i let him go,” she sighs wistfully, “i don’t have the time to take care of something like a gecko, what with all the time i spend away from amaurot. besides, it’s nice to see creatures amongst their natural habitats. free…”

remembering that elidibus not only loved reptiles, but owned one as well, she sheepishly rubbed the back of her head, “n-not that i think owning one is inherently bad, no nothing like that! tell you what. next time, i’ll see if i can’t bring home a friend for your guy… uh… what was his name again?”

she was going to have to research caretaking whatever elidibus’ pet was extensively. but it was worth it.

     “ Her name is Medusa , and she’s a python ! ”   how could Azem , of all people , forget ? Especially when the Emissary found himself blabbing constantly about his lovable reptile whenever he had the chance to ! Medusa was also the reason why no one wished to stop by at his apartment , since the beloved snake wouldn’t show a rather friendly and assertive behavior towards whoever Elidibus considered close .   But the youth seemed to show profound adoration towards reptiles ; in knowing that Azem set it free , however , calmed his heart .

"you obviously feed her well! you sure you're not feeding her people?" she joked, and if he were taller she'd be elbowing his side, but she stuck with a simple air-nudge above his head and a wink.

"it did change color! the gecko liked to crawl on my mask a lot, too. when i put him down he matched the color of the grass," she can remember the gecko looking back at her, almost confused, before he scuttled away. remembering the sight she sighed fondly.

"i'm really sorry i didn't bring him to you before i let him go, though. like i said, mind's been everywhere lately. i solemnly swear, next time i bring home a reptile, i will show it to you."

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IT seems that exhaustion has finally caught up to her, she notes, sitting in the gold saucer for a much-needed respite. her entire body felt heavy, the very act of sitting up draining her beyond belief. every time she tried to focus on her triple triad deck, setting it up for the next match, she found herself zoning out, eyes glazing over, until she was snapped out of it by one of the many games in the saucer.

it was odd to actually feel tired. caeda had compartmentalized it since she was a child. taking care of moogles took a lot out of you, so you tended to need all the energy you could get. perhaps she really had been running herself ragged with all her duties, but even then she could usually get away with a nap or two.

has the stress caught up to her?

lost in thought, she blinked heavily, and couldn’t help herself as she almost drifted off, and immediately sat up when she realized she had actually fallen asleep for a few precious seconds on the person next to her. mortified, caeda stretched and hurriedly scooted away from the miqo'te.

“aha… sorry…”

gods strike her down.

     He did not much care for the Gold Saucer. While he could appreciate Godbert Manderville’s earnest attempt at bringing some light, justice, and goodwill to the Syndicate, the manner of the place was just… unappealing. Unpleasant. At least, for one such as himself, with preternatural senses ever at the brink of overexposure. The lights were too bright. The sounds were too loud. The smells were too… smelly. Sweat from the visitors and the overabearing ( at least, to him, they were overbearing… ) fragrances of the bunny maidens was much by its very definition and he could feel his head start to spin.

     He was starting to question why he had come in the first place–to babysit, he’s certain, but he’s halfway through a tall mulled drink and decided to let his charge have their run of the place. Perhaps his sloppily written report back to the Conjurer’s Guild would make them think twice before sending him to this cesspool of vice and sensory overload. A seat at the Triad Tables seemed like the best place to be, at an unmarked table next to one that was active that housed a young woman that seemed just ilms away from passing out herself.

     Rham’ir could empathize, and it’s what allows him to relax his position next to her and not stir when she very passively lays her head against his shoulder. He’s thankful his glass is situated on the table before him, for her sudden start merely seconds after making contact startled him in turn, and the fur on his tail stuck up straight along the spine. Ears up and pupils dilated, he looked to the young woman as she seemed to scoot away from him. It’s a milisecond he ponders if perhaps he had offended her in some way. He had only been there for a short while, and he wasn’t quite that deep in his cups–he didn’t smell, that he was aware of.

     But his senses could very well be addled due to the overabundance of stenches and further dulled by the alcohol already in his system.

she doesn't want to seem weak, so she simply begins to speak through it, "i am simply... unused to being by myself. usually i have something to do. many, many little ones back home, you see."

another stretch, this one makes her eyes well up it felt so nice, and she flops unceremoniously in her seat once done. though she closes her eyes for a few brief seconds, suddenly she bursts upright, beaming at him, clapping her hands together as if nothing happened.

"let us both get some water! always good to be hydrated, you know!" she can still feel the allure of sleep, her lids lowering without her permission, but she tries to maintain the facade. still, a deep sigh slips out, and his words seem to finally pierce her muddled brain.

Send one of the following symbols to find out more about my muse! Part I: (X)

Getting closer:

× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using? � do they shower often? every day or just every couple of days? ♻ how about brushing teeth? three times a day, or just in the morning? ⌘ do they rather shower or take a bath? ♀ how long does your muse usually need for a shower/bath? ⚣ how long does your muse need to shave? (this is also for the ladies!) ♂ does your muse put on make-up? how long do they need for it every day?  ⚢ what kind of make-up does your muse use? favourite colours? how much do they use?

Exploring their body:

♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them? ♧ any freckles/moles/birth marks? where? ♡ are their fingernails dirty or clean? cut/long? ♢ how much do they weigh? ♠ any ‘weird’ characteristics on their body? one leg/arm longer than the other? ♣ are their veins particularly visible when they’re angry/upset/sad? ♥ do they have more muscles or more fat on their body? ♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?

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