#crowcoalking

Send "It runs in the family" and my muse will tell you something they and a family member have in common.

She looked down at broad, callused hands and curled them reflexively. They were strong for work like her grandfathers and she smiled to herself. They were strong both because of her grandfather and like her grandfather. 

amethyst:what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

A deathclaw, obviously.  Or herself, but with bigger boobs.

serpentine:how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

Badly. Very badly.  The only way it would go well is if the other party had a good sense of humor about it.  It would involve alcohol and terrible pick-up lines and an attempt at something cheesily romantic like a walk along a beach by moonlight.  At least she’d have fun playing dress-up.  For her, sex has always been either a business transaction or something that sort of happened organically in the relationships that turned in that direction.  She’s never really had to use her feminine wiles to manipulate someone.  Not yet, anyway.  Her mom tried really hard to teach her that stuff, too, but she’s an incorrigible tomboy.