#museabyss

Have a Happy Munday Munday!

✍ : Offer 3-5 tips on how to get other role players started on interacting with your muse.

1. Send me an ask or rp meme.  They are open to all, including non-mutuals.  Dip your toes in the water.  For rp memes, please send some of the words since some symbols come off as boxes.  (The ones you sent did not appear as boxes this time ; u ; thank the rp gods!)

2. Send me Anons if you are nervous or anxious.  Again, dip your toes in the water.

3. Miyuki is one of the more sociable of Mira’s crew.  The other crew-mates usually appear as NPCs in threads.  If you don’t mind that, awesome.  Otherwise, I will eventually be gathering them up on here.  Send me an ask for a little tumblr chat.  Let’s discuss~

4. If you’re still nervous or anxious, send Miyuki questions about herself and her crew mates.  Hobbies, favorite colors, what type of people she likes, what are her nakama like, etc.  Have her react to various posts, videos, and etc.  Hell, give her links to TikTok, I don’t know...

5.  Ask for AU’s and AU headcanons.  What if Miyuki was part of the Revolution?  What if Miyuki was really a siren?  What if she worked at the bar?  What if she was on ___ ‘s crew?

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Miyuki looked over at the thief with a brow raised.  That is pretty much telling my captain to go fuck herself, she thought.  While Mira can go fuck herself sometimes, some of these are books my Captain found for me...  Miyuki bit her bottom lip as she looked down in thought.  

“No.”  Miyuki looked deadpan at Zion.  “We’re doing pillow forts instead.  Help me gather pillows and blankets instead.  Do not use the cushions in my sister’s room or the pet room.”

It was best for the thief not to know what those poor pillows been through...

Miyuki shook her head to shake away those memories.  She may be frenemies with Zion, but she still appreciated his friendship.  And so the thief will stay protected for now.

A whole big box of collars. Maybe the thief had thought it to be a treasure box when he opened it. The box had collars of many different colors and styles. Some sported lovely spikes on black leather, some had small worthless gems on them, some were simple with no fanciness to them. Some of them looked like a basic collar for a dog instead of a human being. Non of the ones in the box had real gold on them, perhaps golden painted edges or decorations, but that was about it inside the box.

“I might have... but are you worth wearing such an expensive collar?” The Hound calmly replied, no lie in his words as he eyed the male like a piece of meat. Zion would make a pretty pet, but his abilities made him hard to control. Maybe he should have a seastone collar made for him. That would be perfect, although, highly expensive, unless he stole one, but most seastone collars he had seen were way too big for his tastes and highly explosive.

" this isn't stealing , it's repurposing with my best interests in mind . " ( from zion :3c )

      “ Is that so? ”

      It was one, rare, for people to show up to their little residence in the ruins of the long destroyed Alabastan city. However it was another thing entirely for someone to try and steal from the wayward prince. Loki had been quick, either way, to react and catch the fool who decided to come here. Haki engulfing their fists in a black, almost purple colour as they almost seemed to teleport the short distance, when it reality it was simply moving fast, soru in fact. They appeared behind the thief and immediately grabbed the dagger that had been taken. Without a second of thought, they backed away and returned the dagger to their silk garb. The haki, rather useless after second thought, dissipating and the lazy posture returning.

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@museabyss​  " are you going to try and catch me , dear police inspector ? ~ " ( zion for tatsu !! :3c ) 

It was a long night, mentally draining. Tatsu had been working on a homicide case, and the murderer had been quite careful to leave as little hints as possible. No, Tatsu believed they had left a few because they felt confident, or because they believed to take the police on a wild goose chase. He had to admit, they weren’t new to this. This person had committed murders before and had gotten away with it.

Cigarette was fast out of the pockets of his pants, the sound of lighter opening and flicker of light soon following before the flame. A deep inhale of smoke taken to clear the mind before getting back inside the house.

Perhaps it was a hectic night, perhaps things had to happen the way they did, but in the same street not so far from home was a robbery. And a thief was strutting right there before his eyes, meters away, provoking because he knew, he knew Tatsu would go after him. Had he seen him before? Probably not, but the guy was a thief nonetheless. Young, early to mid-twenties if he was to take a guess.

     Lyra turned over in a bed that didn’t belong to her, under sheets that didn’t belong to her, next to a man that didn’t belong to her, but as of the present moment, she was blissfully asleep... Her long white hair hair was askew, tossed over her shoulder and across the pillow against which she rested. She looked good, all things considered --- the sheet was halfway up her body, but she was modestly sleeping on her stomach, arms tucked underneath herself and against her chest comfortably. Her cheeks still wore a subtle shade of blush reminiscent of the rosato she had drank the night before, before it all went blank...

     The morning wore on. It was still early to the average person, but for the absentee Rear Admiral, it was late. She took a deep breath through her nose as she emerged from sleep, turning her shoulders this way and that before she rolled onto her back, opening her eyes to see...

     ... Wait, this isn’t the battleship. 

     Almost immediately, she sat up --- which was a bad idea because it sent her head whirling with post-alcohol dizziness. Adjusting her vision, she squinted a little, looking over to see who she had... oh no... She knows that black hair, that earring... His back was to her, but... Lyra ran her hand down her face, rubbing her eyes briefly to put some life back into them before she looked down and... with a gasp, she clutched the sheet to herself. Great, she’s naked, too. She needed to get out of here. She was pretty sure that they didn’t... She’d know if they did... No, they definitely didn’t, she was sure, but... this still wasn’t good.

     Lyra looked over to Crocodile and slowly shifted her weight on the bed to try to make as little noise as possible, hoping to escape without waking him up. All the while, her gaze was switching from him to the floor to him to the bed to him to the floor again, looking for her clothes. 

     Ah... Is this... nope. That’s his. Ah... screw it. I’ll take his shirt and wear my trousers. No one’ll know the difference. Oh, wait! Oh, thank goodness, there’s my shirt.

     Lyra slipped off the bed completely and reached for her shirt, pulling the button-down on over her shoulders, slipping her arms through the sleeves, and quickly trying to do up the buttons with clumsy hungover hands while watching him to make sure he didn’t wake up. Just... okay a few more buttons... and then I am outta here...