⋆.˚ star child // chaos makes the muse ⋆.˚

     𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 that shared the same kind of grief, about a life that couldn't be or expectations placed on their shoulders that were shattered due to being unable to fulfill the role. A reluctant acceptance of defeat before finding courage to push forward, because their lives were theirs at the end of the day.

     It was odd to think so pessimistically at such age, but life had its ways to shape people : to be ruthless in order not to be crushed, to become a stepping stool in order to feel useful. Olive green eyes looked at the boy next to her, curiously studying him with a side-glance before she looked up towards the sky. Maria didn't want him to feel observed, not when he was finally opening up.

     What an odd day, she thought as she scooted closer to the boy, their shoulders bumping as if quietly offering comfort while the words hung in the air. Nijimura Okuyasu was the type of guy who made everyone forget just what kind of life he had been subjected to. It was quite a feat, since he didn't actively try. He was living his life as best as he could, simply facing whatever challenge life tossed at him. On the other hand, Maria was overly conscious of her efforts to appear cheery and without worries, she had done it thus far. No real reason to stop.

     Maybe, maybe today was a special occasion. Looking at the ground, she reached to place her hand above his, before intertwining their fingers and squeezing his hand. It was rough to the touch, it indicated the life that he led under a shadow. Before he became a blinding light of his own.

     ❝ You are not some dog, Oku ❞, her reprimand came out as a soft whisper from their proximity, as if she was trying to keep this conversation a secret from the world. Her gaze kept looking at their joined hands, the differences of their lives up until now reflected on them in subtle ways. ❝ You can be violent and you can bite, but never without reason... I know you have a golden heart, much bigger than mine. If you attack, it's never out malice ❞.

     ❝ It's self-defense, and there's nothing wrong with trying to survive. To live, to look forward whatever is out there... ❞, she recalled painful memories of the past filled with dread from trying to solve their predicament quickly, how she couldn't participate due to being hospitalized. A heavy sigh left past her lips, and she rested her head on his upper arm while slowly letting go off his hand, instead she hugged her knees close to her chest while using him as support. If he compared himself to a dog, truly she was no different. Their approaches, maybe, Keichou hadn't been kind whereas Keisuke couldn't be present. One learnt to growl and show their fangs, another learnt to hopelessly wait by the door with a wagging tail for endless hours. ❝ Uhm... I'm proud of you, and I know that kinda came out of left field but..! It felt sorta right to say it. I'm glad that you're still here and doing your best, Oku ❞.

Feel free to send me memes, prompted or unprompted! And I'll try to answer some of them in the meantime)

✧     ›    SOFT   &   FLUFFY   .

My  muse  tucks  a  loose  strand  of  hair  behind  your  muse’s  ear,  their  fingers  lingering  for  a  second  longer  than  necessary.

My  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse’s  shoulder  during  a  long  ride.

My  muse  surprises  your  muse  with  breakfast  in  bed,  complete  with  a  handwritten  note.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  under  their  umbrella  during  a  sudden  downpour.

My  muse  gently  wipes  away  a  tear  from  your  muse’s  cheek,  their  touch  tender  and  careful.

My  muse  laces  their  fingers  with  your  muse’s  absentmindedly,  only  realizing  it  after  a  few  seconds.

 ✧     ›    TENSION   &   SLOW  BURN   .

My  muse  fixes  your  muse’s  tie/dress/jacket,  their  hands  brushing  against  their  skin  for  just  a  moment.

My  muse  leans  in  as  if  to  whisper  something,  their  lips  dangerously  close  to  your  muse’s  ear.

My  muse  catches  your  muse’s  wrist  before  they  can  leave,  their  grip  tightening  just  slightly.

My  muse  watches  your  muse  from  across  the  room,  their  gaze  lingering  even  when  caught.

My  muse  challenges  your  muse  to  a  bet,  knowing  exactly  what  they’ll  ask  for  if  they  win.

My  muse  absentmindedly  plays  with  your  muse’s  fingers  while  they  talk,  not  even  realizing  they’re  doing  it.

✧     ›    ANGST   &   EMOTIONAL   .

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  into  a  tight  hug,  as  if  afraid  to  let  go.

My  muse  wipes  away  the  blood  from  your  muse’s  face,  their  hands  trembling.

My  muse  shows  up  at  your  muse’s  doorstep  in  the  rain,  eyes  filled  with  something  unspoken.

My  muse  gently  cups  your  muse’s  face,  whispering,  “Why  do  you  always  have  to  make  things  so  difficult?”

My  muse  kisses  your  muse  like  it’s  the  last  time  they’ll  ever  get  the  chance.

My  muse  lets  your  muse  go,  even  though  it’s  the  last  thing  they  want  to  do.

 ✧     ›    TEASING   .

My  muse  corners  your  muse  against  a  wall,  a  smirk  playing  on  their  lips.

My  muse  whispers  something  in  your  muse’s  ear  that  makes  them  blush.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  onto  their  lap  with  zero  warning.

My  muse  playfully  steals  a  bite  of  your  muse’s  food,  then  grins  as  they  lock  eyes.

My  muse  deliberately  leans  in  closer  just  to  see  your  muse’s  reaction.

ooc./ okso i sketched all the fusions and I was going to like, lineart it properly but it didn't happen so sksksksksks this is all you get, ily <3 also the scale i used is one silly bunny

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for . these are considered usfw / nsfw .

“ Your breath against my neck is the only thing keeping me from losing control right now. ”

“ I can feel your pulse racing under my fingertips - tell me what you want me to do about it. ”

“ Stop looking at me like that unless you’re ready for what comes next. ”

“ Every time you bite your lip, I have to fight the urge to kiss it better. ”

“ The way your body arches when I touch you here ... it’s almost unfair. ”

“ I’ve been thinking about the sound you make when I kiss that spot just below your ear. ”

“ You’re trembling. Is it because my hands are too cold, or because you like this too much? ”

“ If you keep making those little noises, I won’t be held responsible for what happens. ”

“ I want to memorize every inch of you with my lips. ”

“ Tell me to stop, and I will. But we both know you don’t want me to. ”

“ Your skin tastes like sin, and I’m already addicted. ”

“ I love how you melt the second my hands slide under your shirt. ”

“ You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to pin you against this wall. ”

“ The way you say my name like that should be illegal. ”

“ I’m going to take my time with you tonight - every second, every sigh. ”

“ Your thighs are shaking… should I keep going, or do you need a moment? ”

“ I can feel how much you want this. Don’t try to hide it from me. ”

“ Let me watch you fall apart - just like that. ”

“ You’re so responsive … it’s driving me absolutely mad. ”

“ I want to hear you beg, just once, before I give you everything. ”

“ Your hands feel like fire on my skin, and I never want you to stop. ”

“ Kiss me like you’re trying to ruin me for anyone else. ”

“ I love the way your back bows when I trace my tongue down your spine. ”

“ You’re trying so hard to stay quiet … but I want to hear you. ”

“ Tell me where you want my mouth next. ”

“ I could spend hours just teasing you until you can’t take it anymore. ”

“ The heat between us is unbearable - come here. ”

“ You look so beautiful like this, flushed and breathless because of me. ”

“ I want to feel you come undone beneath my hands. ”

“ Every time you touch me, it feels like the first time all over again. ”

“ Your lips are swollen from my kisses … and I’m not even close to done. ”

“ I love how you grip the sheets when I do that. ”

“ You taste even better than I imagined. ”

“ Don’t close your eyes - I want to see everything you’re feeling. ”

“ I’m going to ruin you in the sweetest way possible. ”

“ Your body fits against mine like it was made for this. ”

“ I can’t decide if I want to go slow and savor you, or lose myself completely. ”

“ The way you whisper my name when I’m inside you … I’ll never get enough. ”

“ You’re so wet / hard already, and I’ve barely touched you. ”

“ Let me mark you here, where only I can see. ”

“ I want to feel your nails in my back while you fall apart. ”

“ You have no idea what you do to me when you look at me like that. ”

“ I’m going to kiss every place that makes you gasp. ”

“ Your hips moving against mine like that - it’s torture. ”

“ I love how you surrender when I finally give you what you’ve been craving. ”

“ Stay still … or I’ll have to start all over again. ”

“ The sounds you’re making are going to haunt my dreams. ”

“ I want you so badly it hurts to hold back. ”

“ Come closer - I need to feel every inch of you against me. ”

Questioning Sentences, Vol. 58

(Questioning sentences from various sources to ask all kinds of muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Would you rather I lied?"

"You don't seriously expect me to believe this?"

"What do I owe this unexpected displeasure?"

"When were you going to tell me? Did you think people weren't going to notice?"

"Don't you, just for once in your life, want to be taken care of?"

"How do you know all this stuff?"

"Did you not see the warnings I left?"

"I've gone out of my way to help you, and this is the way you repay me?"

"I didn't make a fool of myself, did I?"

"How many more drinks is it going to take before you tell me what this is all about?"

"You're no good. You think she deserves you?"

"Do you have a bad feeling about this?"

"Am I going insane, or is that really suspicious?"

"Is your dad still angry with you?"

"Do you take pleasure in sweeping things under the carpet, or do you just look as if you do?"

"Would you mind terribly if I got back to my investigation?"

"Are you questioning my methods?"

"Are you going to call this in?"

"She's trusting you all day with her baby?"

"So what's your excuse? Corruption? Cowardice? Or just plain idiocy?"

"Is there anything you don't do for money?"

"So, this is you enjoying a break from work?"

"You're new here, aren't you?"

"What good is faith when it is a lie?"

"Why are the hot ones always so crazy?"

"I thought you were some kind of rebel?"

"You're not a vegetarian, right?"

"Are you working with me?"

"One question: are you in, or are you out?"

"What if something else is going on? Some other agenda we don't know about?"

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"Would you meet my parents?"

"How many languages do you speak?"

"Is this conversation actually useful?"

"Can't you feel anything?"

The voice came from his side, standing there with hands planted firmly on his hips. A single brow arched in open disbelief as he fixed the other man with a long, unimpressed stare. Although Mista's paranoia was not novel, the timing of it was particularly taxing.

"After everything we have been through… all the times we nearly died, none of which had anything to do with your ridiculous obsession with the number four. Get a grip, amico. If you're going to panic, at least pick a reason that makes sense." A scoff under his breath, a momentary disapproving shake of Abbachio's head. He appreciated Mista's sense of everybody's well-being, especially for Bruno after everything he had done for him, for Mista. Their boss and leader held a higher, more important position, protecting him was just as important as protecting Giorno, but couldn't this concern be expressed a little more ... discreetly?

Bucciarati was engaging in a conversation with an elderly man in the distance and after a moment, Leone's gaze briefly shifted past Mista before settling on the scene, slung an arm over the gunman's shoulders and pulled him in close. "But it is odd… isn't it? The date, I mean. April fourth, the fourth day of the fourth month." Using his free hand, he retrieved his phone and illuminated the screen, angling it before Mista's face. "Look at that. Just a few seconds until 4:44."