#devious inquiries

Muses Heart {Accepting}

@heartxshaped-bruises you didn’t specify, and initially, I was only going to throw Falcon at you, but while I’m actually doing this meme I’m feeling generous.

FalconxLuce

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: ——(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: ——(hoping for a romantic relationship)

EadrickxLuce

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: ——(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: —— (I still vote there was almost something one Summer but it never really came to pass)(hoping for a romantic relationship)

MavexLuce

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗(A part of this is her still holding onto the past)(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗(wanting to have sex with them)

Non-Sexual Acts of Intimacy {ACCEPTING}

♚: Head scratches ( @echobcrn because sneaking around to catch the bad guy and no one has time for these sorts of things!)

“Just so you know, I’m never speaking to you again,” Mave growled, her body writhing against her bed. She couldn’t find a comfortable spot, every portion of her body ached, every part of her itched. “Ugh!” She expelled a sharp huff, hands rubbing against the sleeves of her sweater. Though it was the middle of Summer, Mave had put on the layer of protection to keep herself from scratching. The heel of her hand dug against the top of her head trying to ease some of the pain. When Hunter’s fingers pressed against her scalp, Mave let loose a pleased moan.

Get to know the mun {Accepting}

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°):  relationship status?

I am single and desperate to mingle.

ಠ_ಠ:  what is your biggest pet peeve?

Um...squeaky shoes? Not using your blinker (or using it when you are already half way in my lane!)

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ:  what is your favorite animal?

I’m a sucker for rhinoceros~

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ:  are you a hugger?

I don’t really give hugs, but I actually kind of like hugs. Which is interesting because I’m not a touchy person?

(╯°□°)╯︵ ʞooqǝɔɐɟ:  besides tumblr, do you have any other social media?

I have K.ik and D.iscord along with the book of faces, instagram...and that’s it really.

﴾͡๏̯͡๏﴿?:  how old are you?

I am the ripe old age of twenty-seven, thank you very much!

| (• ◡•)| (❍ᴥ❍ʋ):  favorite tv show?

I don’t really have a favorite. I enjoy ones like Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, CSI...I’m a fan of both fictional crime, and true crime shows.

I also binge watch Korean dramas (my favorite being Secret Garden)

ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪:  what are your favorite band(s)/artist(s)?

Send * for me to rate {Accepting}

It says on a scale of one to ten, but like hell, if I’m not going to pepper my ratings with comments when I feel like it. @chasingxprongs

Your blog url:

10 (relevant to the muse without screaming I AM JAMES POOTER, but screaming it at the same time)

Your icon:

11 (it always makes me want to write a drabble — I just picture it being the end of senior year, he’s staring out the window at the courtyard, lost in thought until Remus asks him if he’s ready to go and off they wander into the next chapter of their lives)

Your theme:

I don’t even have a number, just confusion, since your theme doesn’t display properly in my browers unless I zoom in to 110% ( and the copy on your rules are is cut off on the left hand side???) 

Your pages:

N/A

Your blog content:

discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip || ACCEPTING

@the-defected-one

Her eyes began to narrow, but she stopped when she felt the twinge of pain at the corner of her gaze. When she clenched her jaw the bruise that was blossoming along it began to sting. “It’s none of your business, Black,” she commented, shoulders back, the dark look in her emerald eyes was daring him to ask her again.

In spite of the pain, she set her steely gaze on her face. There had been something pleasant about the way her fist had connected with their jaw. Their head had snapped to the side, a dazed look on their face as they tried to right themselves. Of course, if she’d been logical instead of emotional she would have realized that the slanderous remark they’d made about Regulus, had been made to someone. Otherwise, they’d have been talking to the wall (though their partner could have very well been a portrait). The ache of her body suggested heavily that the person they’d been with hadn’t been a portrait. Her opponents had scattered when the sound of footsteps announced the presence of someone else.

A bit stunned from the fist to her own face Mave had stood her ground, hands balling into fists. She could feel her nails biting at the soft flesh of the inside of her palms. She only relaxed when she saw the familiar mess of dark hair.

“Not everything is about you,” she added tartly. Even if her injuries had stemmed from an urge to defend Regulus’ name.

@the-defected-one

Mave squeaked, jerking upright in her bed. Her gaze landed on Chaos who gave her a tired blink of his large green eyes almost suggesting he resented that she figured he could be the culprit. Letting out a bored meow he leaped from her bed, padding out of the girl’s dormitory. He was hungry.

Send ☎ for something your muse would find looking through my muse's phone (texts, nudes, etc) ACCEPTING

@obliviia

1. Snippets of Poetry

Though she doesn’t admit it to others, she does write poetry. Between Damien’s death and her rocky relationship with Chris, there are many single lines of poetry that were inspired by both of them.

2. Pictures of her with Damien

She hasn’t quite let go of Damien. He’s the only boy she’s ever been involved with. Though her feelings for Chris have started developing a bit more part of her is still holding onto the past. Mave is nervous about moving on (part of her feels guilty for feeling the way she once did for Damien for someone else) and hasn’t deleted the pictures yet.

3. Random Nudes from Boys

{ Send 💋+ a number to kiss my Muse! } 

On the nape of the neck & on the shoulder