“That’s dirty” [idk which muse but heyo you can pick if you’d like]
that’s dirty
Send ‘that’s dirty’ and I’ll generate a number for what my muse will say to yours
“I don’t think you can handle me.”

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“That’s dirty” [idk which muse but heyo you can pick if you’d like]
that’s dirty
Send ‘that’s dirty’ and I’ll generate a number for what my muse will say to yours
“I don’t think you can handle me.”

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Fen didn’t take any notice of his actions. It was habit to seek physical comfort, reassurance, and affection. So of course he greeted Cillian in such a manner and lingered close afterwards. “Why shouldn’t I be? The day looks like it will clear up.” Frost was still lingering in the shadows, but the sunshine still looked as if it would heat up more than it had in the last few days. “I was fine. What about you? Should I request another quilt for you?”
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Sotha Sil, perhaps the most un-elf like being in the whole fortress that had pointy ears. Minus Sera of course and any other city raised elf. But Sotha Sil, he creates, he tinkers, he sometimes creates with Sera, encourages her mind to be as dangerous as it could be. See’s potential everywhere.
He has already raised a batch of tinkerers of all races , and his room a workshop now that helped in creating traps and weapons of all kinds.
A mountain of corpses, he is sure would be in his future.
He see an agent.
“Ah, come in. Was there anything you need?” He was certain there was. Either questions, or tinkered traps. Or perhaps a memory stone. His voice echoes, as if two of him were talking at the same time despite the open air workshop.
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Send me emojis to describe how intimidating/hard to contact I am
😊 - I think you are a really friendly person.
I really really am and I’m glad it comes across!! If you (or anyone reading this) ever wants to write with Briala or any of my many, many OCs (oh gods there are so many please save me I’m drowning in my own creations) please feel free to send me an IM!
Or just send me one anyways to rave about how much you love your characters, and I’ll probably see a place where one of mine could fit tbh <3 I love love love love love seeing people excited and passionate about things.