The 18th Icon In Your Folder Is Your Muses Reaction To Be Challenged To A Duel

the 18th icon in your folder is your muse’s reaction to be challenged to a duel

"what kind of monster/creature are you?" fuck around and find out

with tumblr often glitching and unfollowing people on accident, reblog this if it is okay for (former) mutuals to message you if they notice you suddenly unfollowed them out of nowhere, asking if it was a mistake — granted if it wasn't, the person remains respectful of your decision and leaves it at that once they get an answer.

everyone can reblog this, but i figure this is especially good for those of us who use the (soft) blocking feature if we decide to unfollow someone instead of just unfollowing. this way, we can be alerted if tumblr has unfollowed a friend of ours without us noticing, as well as the other mutual not having to have anxiety about you suddenly hating them or worrying that you'll get upset for them asking if it was a mistake or not.

this, of course, does not mean that you are okay with people pushing to continue conversations with you if you say you unfollowed them. let's all be adults here.

Where?? the fuck?? did my reblog notifications go???

"I apologize if this is a little bold of me, but... would you like to have dinner with me? And no, I don't mean in that way. It just seems like it's been a while since you last had a home-cooked meal, hon." A pause. "Unless you're more of'a restaurant person." Scarlet chuckled.

"Either way, I don't think anyone ought to spend today alone--including a nice woman like you."

Impulsiveness could describe her fairly well. It wasn't the lack of awareness -no, her wit was acerbic- but the lack of care about the consequences. She could worry later. Fight when things turn to worse. Why not enjoy a moment while it lasts? Why not tell someone rubbing her the wrong way immediately to fuck off in the most creative way possible? The right timing was always more entertaining.

The invitation first caused some confusion until the lady specified; of course she was attractive but strangely, Cindy didn't, couldn't see her in a romantic or sexual light for some reason.

Only a tiny nod as confirmation of the assumption, not like she had luck with delivery either, unintentionally scaring many of them into probably quitting the job altogether after the encounter.

“If you don't mind...me” a tiny, uncertain smile

“And uh, don't let me near the kitchen?” Cindy advised beforehand, as much as she would've liked to help with preparing the meal, experience told her the only recipe she knew was disaster.

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