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Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse. (Please specify how many muses//which muses for multimuse blogs!!)

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Lisa: I am looking neither respectfully nor disrespectfully. I gaze without recognition of your form, and without understanding. Shinji: can ya just put on yer glasses please

Shinji: That’s right, fastest man alive! Lisa: Which might explain why you can’t get a date.

Shinji: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars. Lisa: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

Shinji: What the fuck is wrong with you?! Lisa: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'. Shinji: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

"Happy Birthday Hiyori," she said, handing over her gifts. (isoremxru)

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Hiyori was naturally thrilled to see her family member on this special day. She had somehow, been wrangled into wearing a stupid party hat which she immediately tore off and shoved it at Love, before greeting Lisa. She was staring at the huge, eye-watering cake, glistening with fresh, summer fruits and topped with her name in icing. Hiyori received the gift ecstatically, urged Lisa to take a bite out of it too, until she noted that there was something else underneath the cake.

It felt… heavy?

The short vizard lifted up the cake and then almost promptly dropped it, turning as red as those grapes on her cake. Because underneath the cakebox, there was a very sexy cover of this nude couple and Hiyori was gulping like a fish as she tried to read the title. Her face burned and she turned to Lisa.

acts of affection

Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

there's always something so soothing about someone else looking after one's hair: something motherly—not that rose really knows what a mother's love is like. lisa's more like a sister to him but the feeling's the same.

rose hums softly as he submits to the brush's gentle tugging, eyes closed and head tilted back to rest on the woman's knee. at least she's been gentle with the inevitable knots this time and not simply yanked them out. the quiet times are so very pleasant.

Hiyori hated returning back to the Rukongai. Any district past ten was a dump and just full of the nastiest pieces of shit she had ever known. Her previous life, before she was the ferocious little shinigami that she had become, wasn’t… anything she spoke of. She would pretend it had not occurred, even though the signs of damage from her previous life were all over her. But still, she was better now.

Or so she thought. Every time she entered Rukongai, the place felt immediately neglected and woebegone. Just like she had been,

But she had accompanied Lisa on her day off out of curiosity- and was entirely surprised to learn Lisa had family. A dad..

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

Hiyori has no intense feelings regarding bugs and insects unless she's crushing them or has to use them for recipes. She hasn't ever been afraid of bugs and insects- as a child she'd have them crawl all over her and as an adult she was forced to live with all kinds of creepy crawlies in exile before they found a permanent residence.

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

Hiyori isn't very good at either. She prefers yelling and smacking people in person. The phone and texting service just doesn't have that same satisfying smack that she can hear when her sandal lands on someone's face.

She does like hearing her friends' voices, but prefers texting when the topic is... something she isn't comfortable talking about. She likes sending funny memes to her friends. All the vizard have their own little group chat where they send pictures and memes to one another.

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

Hiyori's favourite is the sun. It gives life to all without asking for anything in return. A girl with such a mother complex does believe that the sun is the mother of all things. She isn't as sappy to say it out loud, but she does like sunlight and warmth and likes the way Shinji and her friends represent that sunlight in her life.

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she huffed, "more like what yuyu did."

it was slightly disarrayed all thanks to her lieutenant. the officer had been determined to style her captain's hair, and lisa wasn't too fond of the end result. some of the bleach hadn't penetrated through her dark locks long enough, displaying an orange-like color at her tips. she most definitely had plans to trim or dye over it.

“Ah.” The syllable was offered without elaboration as Kisuke appraised the change. Yes, it was noticeable, his question notwithstanding. It might be wise to withhold further commentary on it.

random headcanon meme

Does your muse like rain?

he does! not heavy rain and storms, but a soft, quiet shower. rose feels like it's the perfect way to set a calm ambience (and gives him the excuse to stay indoors and play).

being caught in it doesn't bother him as much as you might think either. he might gripe about his hair, but it's far from the worst thing.

What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

rose falls easily into love: the perfect color of a flower or piece of fruit, some momentary scenery, a sound that catches his ear. but it's all aesthetic love. even a stranger just passing him on the sidewalk. but it's all a passive, aesthetic love. true, romantic, love is he finds very elusive.

having spent a good deal of time simply observing people, the musician's actually quite glad he rarely falls truly in love. to him, it seems quite messy and often forced. if he's to find it for himself, it'd have to be something rare and unusual, someone that captures him in a way he's never had before.