Send ღ for a first kiss between our muses.

「♫ 」▉▋——- 

      He doesn’t understand, when she presses her
      lips to his cheek, and that’s okay. Someday he
      will. She’ll make sure of it. Anzu just smiles when
      she pulls away, staring into that blank expression
      of his. It’s sad, she thinks, that he doesn’t have a
      heart. But he will. Eventually. He has Princess Tutu
      helping him.

                                …And he has me.

匿名: Á ⚔

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Á :Is your muse loud in bed?

Not really. Anzu’s the sort to muffle herself in a pillow or the crook of her partner’s neck if she does get a little loud, but typically she doesn’t like to get very vocal—- unless that’s her partner’s intention, in which case, she can accommodate ;) /shot

:Does your muse have any specific kinks?

Light biting. Assertiveness/dominance. Someone who fights her for control, since Anzu’s a more domineering personality in general.  


Send ღ for a first kiss between our muses.

「♫ 」▉▋——- 

        The contact is sudden and brief, like he’d decided
        on a whim and just went for it. It’s over before she
        has time to wrap her head around what just occurred,
        and she’s left blushing scarlet with questions in her eyes.

                              “What was that for?” 

匿名: ❤

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❤ :Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

Anzu’s neck and thighs are typically the most sensitive. Sometimes her hips, too, can be sensitive. But for the most part, definitely her neck.

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❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?
✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before?
☜ : Does your muse like to top?
☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?
∀ : Your muse's favorite position?
☺ : How often does your muse masturbate?
☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?
✌ : Is your muse good with their hands?
♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing?
Á : Is your muse loud in bed?
⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks?
☯ : If you're comfortable with it, write a drabble about our muses doing something naughty. If not, put a strikethrough across this one in your reblog (or simply don't do it; your blog, your rules ;3).
☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some?
♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?

Send “♡” for my muse’s reaction to yours kissing them.

(出典: the-lost-hero-of-egypt)

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Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection
Hair: Yearning
Ear: "I want you to hear me out."
Nose: "You're so cute."
Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion
Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain
Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear
Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."
Over the heart: "I love you."
Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust
Hip: Interest
Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day
Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"
Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for
Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."
Fingers: Friendship/amicable
Wrist: Fear of losing you
Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."
Chin: Beauty/attractiveness
Thigh: Sympathy/empathy
Calves: "I will cause you pain."
Feet: "I will serve you forever."/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty
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「♫ 」▉▋——- 

       The elegant music of Tschaikovsky’s Romeo and Juliet filtered
       through the dance studio as Anzu glided across the floor en pointe.
       It had only been a week since her transfer from Domino to Gold Crown
       Town, and thus, Gold Crown Academy, as a dance student. She was
       still adjusting, but already there had been talk. She was a rarity, apparently.
       Skipping the beginner’s class entirely to be placed immediately with the
       Advanced students.

                               Midway through her routine, the door creaked open and
                               Anzu stilled, glancing over her shoulder at the interruption.
                               White hair. Blank expression. She jogged her memories for
                               the name. “Mytho. I’m sorry—- did you want to practise?” 

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