#moonlightscholar

Junko Enoshima: @deardoeeyes (paid)

Celestia Ludenberg: @dawnstar137​ (paid)

Nagito Komaeda: @pinkalpacamaid​ (paid)

Chiaki Nanami: @ DanNanami (paid)

Kokichi Oma: @nyanbiinary​ (paid)

Shuichi Saihara: @deardoeeyes (paid)

Makoto and Byakuya: @moonlightscholar (paid)

Kyoko Kirigiri: @8bitayla​ (paid)

Hajime Hinata: @pinkalpacamaid (paid)

Ibuki and Mikan: @eevee-miscellaneous​ (paid)

Maki and Kaede: @saiouma-owamiki (paid)

@exrhlab sent - ❥❥❥❥❥❥❥❥ ( Send me a ❥ and I will say something positive about someone random - Accepting! )

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@prsonatm​

I haven’t talked to them recently but I do think they’re a wonderful and enthusiastic mun with a lot of great ideas!

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@dokitm​

They’re another mun I haven’t talked to in a while but I enjoy their presence on the dash and admire them a lot!

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@jedipadawan4589​

Really nice and wholesome mun with a lot of great ideas!

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@moonlightscholar​

I enjoy seeing them on the dash, they’re definitely a mun I hope to talk to more - they seem genuinely cool!

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@edgyearring​

I’ve been following them for forever, it feels like and they have always been nothing less than extremely pleasant and kind - also love the fact that they RP the hero from Persona 1.

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@chains-of-rebellion​

Fantastic mun, really fun to talk to and love the idea of an Arsene blog - 1000/10.

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@princess2x4​​

I love the idea behind their muse - and I’ve had a ton of fun threading with them.  Their fanart is cute too!

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@nyanzaya​​

He was clearly a vampire, and one well-versed in magics of all sorts. Alucard was not loathe to accept that the man was correct, especially in this situation. His pride did not override his good sense and, he found, it was easiest to get along with people when they were unaware of his own lineage.

“My greatest reason is that you have not turned your ire upon me,” responded the dhampir with an almost casual flick of the razor thin blade of his favorite sword, Crissaegrim. It was half again as long as any one-handed blade should be, but was too thin to be called bastard. It seemed to float in his hand, an extension of a very skilled arm and with it, he carved and cleaved with little effort.

All the same, the number of beasts and demons did not seem to be decreasing. The moon was high overhead, the stars darkened by its presence, and the creatures of the night howled madly in the silvery light of it.

"Ah- please don't go to the lake unless you're prepared!" Annalise calls out to the stranger from her front porch, putting away her basket of sewing.

A knock upon the door? An uncommon sound despite the recovered library, its location too out of the way for frequent visitors. Golden eyes barely glanced up from the pages of his current tome, instead rumbling for “Anise!” He very well could have emerged from his domain of a thick comforter and book but why do so when Anise was readily nearby?

The grumbled “yeah, yeah” that emerged from her was quickly followed by the pattering of soft footsteps and the creak of the heavy front door. Dull green eyes peered up at the stranger who’d knocked, crimson bangs doing little to hide them from view in the shadowy night.

“What d’you need?”

Before the stranger could answer Anise, Yadiel’s voice rang through again.

For every ✍ I get in my inbox, I will reveal a pet peeve I have about rp. | Accepting.

People underestimating my muses

In the end I just had to add a rule for this.

I don’t care if your muses is a god they can’t just walk all over mine, and they certainly won’t have an easy time with them no matter how strong you think your character is in return.

I had muns put in things like this in the tags before:

#‘awww look how cute that is, they think they can handle (their muse) in a fight XDDD’

I’ve had muns write that their character ‘easily’ blocked mine, and counted.

Yeah, if I wrote that  my muse can handle themselves in front of yours, it means I took into consideration your bio compared to my own. None of my three main muses are weak-- But if you’re placing yours above mine without that same consideration, then I can tell you haven’t read up on my character compared as I have yours.

Just how many years had it been now, since he startedworking for Aeon? He was eighteen when he started…so what age was he now?

Ah, but it didn’t matter now. Not anymore. Isaac had nothingimportant that tied to his age anyways, so what point was there in keepingtrack? He didn’t see any of his other worldly friends anymore, so worryingabout being older than them was senseless. As for those he cared about backhome…

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His target was up ahead. A spark ran though Isaac’s bodyfrom his neck to his finger tips and toes. As he got closer his excitementgrew, yet his heartbeat was steady. The calm that washed over him wasunsettling, just as the silence following a violent fight. It was not a sign ofpeace or harmony.

Lunching himself into an overhead tree Isaac continued hispursuit like an animal, leaping from branch to branch. In the blink of an eyehe was on top of the man, knife already buried in his kidney and life fadingfrom him.

That was over toosoon. I should find another.

Isaac stumbled back. Those thoughts where back. But theyweren’t his. Noooooo. Thy belonged to another. His lips curled back. That’sright. They weren’t “Isaac’s”. “Isaac” was still a kind and princely young man.He looked to his reflection in the pool of blood. The person staring back wasnot Isaac, not with the bloodied face and twisted smile. No, no, this personwas wholly Aeon’s perfect little assistant. Sure, there was an…extra casualtyhere or there, but no one that would be missed in the grand scheme.