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Fujiko Mine
All I want is everything.
Independent, Private, and Selective Fujiko Mine from Lupin III. Served by Rae.
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My muse for Fujiko is finally starting to come back! Thinking about dropping my old threads and starting fresh.
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why love myself when you can do it for me?
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Debating about making an effort to try to get this blog active again! Admittedly my Fujiko muse is stronger for discord-based RP than tumblr these days, but with my main blog all caught up, I may have some time for some new threads. I just tend to have more muse for my other blog 95% of the time, and I’m sorry about that.
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@pibrequirem said: “That’s a gas, we ain’t even been arrested, yet!“ He says as he drives the get away car as they’re being shot at.
Robin Hood starters
“Yeah, and that’s only a matter of time because someone can’t drive!” Fujiko shouted, halfway leaning out one of the backseat windows. This heist had broken one of her key rules to success: she had to be the driver unless otherwise incapacitated. On occasion, she could trust Lupin or Jigen to do so with varied results, but Jovanni was an entirely different situation. He drove erratically, never giving her forewarning when he planned to make a sharp turn or a sudden stop. It made it difficult for the thief as she tried to take aim with little to no avail. With her pistol bouncing around on the seat next to her, she was going to take her chances with a sniper rifle instead. It wasn’t her forte, she preferred something semi-automatic instead. But they needed to take out their pursuers, both those they’d robbed and the police who were both gaining quickly on them.
Damn Jovanni and his insistence on driving. If she’d been in the driver’s seat, they would’ve outrun them six blocks ago.
“Just keep it even up there for a damn minute, okay?” She cried, squinting both due to the sun and her next attempt to focus on her shot. Taking a sharp breath, Fujiko fired, taking out the left front tire of the police car in front. One down, nearly two-dozen to go. Unless she managed to sink a bullet fully through the windshield and incapacitate the driver. That wasn’t something she wanted to do if she could help it, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t care if she did. “We better not be driving around aimlessly, Jovanni! We have to find somewhere to hide!”
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I’m all caught up on my main/high activity blog so I’ll start working on asks and drafts here tonight! In the meantime, give this post a like if you’d like to plot a thread. I’d especially love to get some threads started with some Lupin muses!
#ladylooter musings#ladylooter plotting call#(reblogging for the night crew)#(Still have a few things to write and queue over here)
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@animatrophy said: “are you following me?” (spike)
In all actuality, she hadn’t been following him. At least not deliberately. The man in front of her just happened to be a very tall obstacle between the bar and the rest of the casino, and Fujiko didn’t usually trust drinks to be made and brought to her in such environments. She’d had bad luck with that in the past, and frankly she needed her wits about her if she was going to turn this excursion into a successful, profitable one.
But now she paused, looking him over: a suit several years out of fashion and a messy hairstyle, unintentionally so it seemed. This man didn’t belong anywhere near the VIP rooms or likely even the tables for that matter. In terms of material goods, there was nothing on him worth taking.
Which meant one of two things: either he had something else of value to offer the establishment or someone there, or he was there to cause trouble.
If it was the former, she considered working an angle. Did he like sweet women? Tough women? Women who needed to be saved from all manner of distress? The latter was a weakness she commonly exploited in her own circle of acquaintances and offered a relatively high chance of success in getting what she wanted.
But if it was the latter, Fujiko thought as she sipped her glass of wine, then she either had competition or a pursuer. And he didn’t look like he was police, anyway.
There was no avoiding it: she’d have to nip the problem in the bud immediately. Or at least assess what sort of man he was.
“It’s possible, you know,” She began, her tone light and sweet with a small smile on her red lips, “that two people may wish to visit the same bar and try their luck at the same game. And slots always seem so impersonal to me, so little of a chance for a decent payoff worth my time. Unless that’s what you prefer, and in that case I did not mean to offend you.”
A few bats of her eyelashes and an arm wrapped around her waist. Fujiko did what she could to appear self-conscious in her cocktail dress, truly concerned that she’d offended him. In truth, she was far more focused on how he’d respond: his words, his body language, if he softened or if he continued to treat her with some hostility. What she said didn’t matter: it never did, to the majority of men. And that was what she relied upon as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other in her glittering high heels, keeping her gaze on him with a bashful expression.
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disney’s robin hood … sentence starters
“You thieving scoundrel!”
“Ooh, you put that back!“
“I only wish I could do more.”
“That’s all of them. Get going!“
“Oh, how gracious and generous.”
“Move it, Creepy, get lost. Begone!”
“Well, for one thing, you can’t cook.“
“Kill him. Don’t stand there, kill him!”
“That’s what I’m afraid of. You go first.“
“Besides, what have I got to offer her?“
“This will be my greatest performance.“
“You’re never around when I need you.“
“Now, take it easy, I’m just doing my duty.”
“Oh, darling, I thought you’d never ask me!“
“My darling, I love you more than life, itself.“
“With you around, who needs a court jester?”
“My job is to tell it like it is, or was, or whatever.“
“That’s a gas, we ain’t even been arrested, yet!“
“I’ve thought it all out, and… it just wouldn’t work.“
“Snakes don’t walk, they slither. Hmph. So there.“
“You’re under arrest for high treason to the crown!”
“But you could have chosen a more romantic setting.“
“I was just wondering, are we good guys or bad guys?”
“What? And miss this chance to perform before royalty?“
“You know something? You’re taking too many chances.“
“He stands alone on a giant throne, pretending he’s the king.”
“Cool it, loverboy! You’re heart’s running away with your head!“
“The sheriff and his whole posse couldn’t lift you off the ground.“
“Aw, how about that for luck? It’s only a circus! A peanut operation!“
“Climb the castle walls. Sweep her off her feet. Carry her off in style.“
“No, but there’s somebody who will be very disappointed if you don’t come.“
“Looks most becoming. You look regal, dignified, sincere, masterful, noble…”
“Here. And keep your chin up. Soon, there’ll be happiness, again, you’ll see.”
“Oh, you have made his birthday a wonderful one. How can I ever thank you?“
“That’s no life for a lovely lady. Always on the run. What kind of a future is that?“
“They’re getting better, you know. You’ve got to admit it! They are getting better.“
“The prince? Wait a minute, there’s a law against robbing royalty. I’ll catch you later.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, son! You’re no outlaw! Why, some day you’ll be called a great hero!”
“My dear ladies, you have my permission to kiss the royal hands, whichever you like… first.“
“You’re mighty preachy… and you’re gonna preach your neck right into a hangman’s noose.“
“Rob? Tsk tsk tsk. That’s a naughty word. We never rob. We just sort of borrow a bit from those who can afford it.“
“Marry her? You don’t just walk up to a girl, hand her a bouquet and say, ‘hey, remember me? We were kids together. Will you marry me?’.”
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I’m all caught up on my main/high activity blog so I’ll start working on asks and drafts here tonight! In the meantime, give this post a like if you’d like to plot a thread. I’d especially love to get some threads started with some Lupin muses!
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@metcnoia said: “The answer is no by the way, to whatever you’re about to say.”
A Few Starters - Ice Breakers
The best sorts of acquaintances, she’d found, were the ones that Zenigata and Interpol didn’t know about. Such acquaintances rose even higher in her favor when she found it easy to access their homes via simple locks and unsecured windows. And Fujiko needed somewhere to hide: her latest assignment came at the behest of an art collector who made a rather terrible thief. But what he lacked in cunning and agility he made up for in money and black market connections. His thrill in life was stealing original paintings and replacing them with fakes across England and he’d hired Fujiko to steal an original Turner, placing a fake in its place and exit the Tate undetected.
Of course, there were limited places she could hide carrying a giant painting, and so she carefully considered her options: a hotel in, sigh, Zone 6 of varying quality, seducing some poor sap who looked like he at least owned a townhome in Chelsea, or dropping into Lord El-Melloi II’s home, which was possibly protected, she couldn’t be entirely sure, by forces that would befuddle Interpol.
Choosing the risky and unknown was worth a shot, and frankly she wasn’t too interested in picking up a boring barrister, financier, or minor aristocrat at the moment. Still, she had to leave it to El-Melloi to be surprised to find Fujiko Mine draped over his sofa when he arrived home, heels neatly set on the floor, as she perused one of the many books on his shelves. It was written in a language she couldn’t understand, but at least it was more entertaining than the handheld video game he seemed to favor. That, Fujiko was sure, was a waste of time.
“You didn’t even say hello, that’s cruel,” She pouted for a moment before smiling mischievously. It clearly wasn’t the first time she’d used his place as a hideout, and it clearly wasn’t the first time she’d caused him trouble. “You didn’t even hear my request or my thoughts on how to compensate you. With money this time, not food or conversation.” The latter had worked precisely once, when she’d insisted she was named Emily and came to his door sobbing, during a thunderstorm, at two in the morning. In her best posh London accent, she’d wailed that her husband had kicked her out of their flat with no warning in order to please his mistress. Furthermore, all of her family and friends were back in Japan and she was truly alone in the world. That had earned her a couple days, at least, of a free couch to sleep on. Until he’d caught her applying her makeup ‘bruises’ one morning as she made coffee.
She’d gotten too comfortable, surrounded by his peace and quiet and books and a certain lack of care to how he maintained his personal space. Fujiko had wrongly assumed he was lackadaisical in every aspect of his life.
“So, may I stay? I’ll even make us a meal if you’ve got ingredients on hand. It won’t be fancy, but you’ll at least eat and you can hear me out.”
#metcnoia#(Thanks for the ask!)#(I have some/limited knowledge of Fate but I'm not familiar with every series/verse)#(So please let me know if you'd like me to change anything)
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A few Starters - Ice Breakers
“Are you following me?”
“Hey, watch where you’re going.”
“You look vaguely familiar…”
“I don’t know who you are but you don’t strike me as the trustworthy type.”
“I don’t know what you want but you’d better fuck off before I make you.”
“Sorry but I’m new around here, would you mind giving me pointers?”
“Strange to see a fresh face around here.”
“Hey you. It’s dangerous to be walking around here, you should leave.”
“Do you need help with that?”
“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?”
“Do I know you? Cause you look a lot like my next girlfriend/boyfriend.”
“See my friends over there? They wanna to know if you think I’m cute.
“Hey handsome/beautiful.”
“You might be new, but you’re looking at the top dog around here.”
“Sorry but I’m not interested in your offer.”
“Are you as cold as you seem or do you always walk around like you own the place?”
“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“The answer is no by the way, to whatever you’re about to say.”
“Don’t bother, I’m busy.”
“No no no, this can’t be right. You shouldn’t be here.”
“It’s you, isn’t it?”
“Happy to see me again?”
“It’s been so long since we’ve last parted, hm? We have some catching up to do.”
“You looking to start a fight or something?”
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you watching me?”
“Us meeting wasn’t an accident.”
“Hey hey, no need for that I’d just like to talk.”
“Why the hostility? Do you treat every stranger this way?”
“I see no one has ever bothered to teach you manners.”
“Come with me, no time to explain!”
“Look, you’re in danger. You need to do as I say.”
“Are these guys bothering you?”
“Hey, leave him/her alone!”
“You look tired. Need a ride?”
“Shit shit, are you okay?!”
“Give me your belongings and you won’t get hurt. Sound fair?”
“Well look what the cat dragged in.”
“Never thought I’d see your face again.”
“Are you drunk? Hey, you can’t be walking around like that, be careful!”
“You look like bad news….”
“I hope I’m not being too straightforward, but are you single?”
“Nice to meet you.”
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adelha-mathilde:
The lady gives a low hum of thought as Fujiko speaks. Obviously letting the professional thief speak her mind and her concerns. So the lady takes a moment before she answers the given inquiries. “You’ll find it ironic when I tell you who it is that told me about you. But it just so happened to be one dapper grumpy man in a fedora and who smokes like a chimney. Said smokes usually as bent out of shape as his sullen serious moods. But we’ve enjoyed several games of billiards as well as a couple boxing matches. I’ve even had him compete in skeet shooting at a club to then enjoy watching him sweep the competition in totality. We both won good money. Him the reward money. Me for my bets on him.”
Obviously, the lady speaks of this contact with utmost favor and amusement. Her gaze looking over to the men in the corner for a brief moment before she moves to remove something from her purse that’s been at her side. Soon placing a tiny red silk bag onto the table. Inside the bag being a beautiful antique ruby ring. Freshly polished to glisten in the light. Authentication papers neatly folded into the bag as well for Fujiko to look over.
The lady let’s Fujiko take her time in examining the ring to simply take a drink of her honeyed mead. Looking to the other woman with those striking blue eyes. Her words warm yet serious. “This is the first half of your payment. One ruby ring that I received as payment for supplying a mobster’s niece with the finest flowers for her wedding. He was especially pleased with the plum cake I added to congratulate the happy couple. It’s been authenticated by a fine jeweler in Germany last year. But the broadsword is worth more to me.”
The lady ends up frowning when she continues speaking. Looking obviously upset as she turns her drink of mead in both gloved hands. “My mum and da were not wealthy. We lived by both the ocean and the forests in Ireland. My childhood was of learning the bow and how to garden. When I wasn’t sprinting through the woods and going diving in the ocean to come home filthy yet happy. I competed in sword competitions during festivals and would help my mum bake for the pie competitions. When I turned ten, my mum and da passed away. So my da’s cousin adopted me. We moved to Ostend, Germany. There I lived in the wealthy home of Freiin Eugene Currier. Or the better known title of Baron would be more recognized. What jewelry and luxuries I’ve enjoyed were dwarfed by the love and good memories I made with my second father. So even though I have been blessed with a good life, I am still a passionate archer and still compete in sword competitions. The ones that took my broadsword are with the Irish mafia. A nephew of the current head. He’s a real lecherous reprobate. But he’s proven to his uncle he’s not fit to take over the business. You get me back my broadsword from one Seamus Roland Dempsey, he will lose what standing he has left with the more respectful and stoic Patrick Ian Dempsey. As the second half of your payment, I am more than willing to part with my one and only motorcycle. A Kawasaki Z1000 model done in red. Would that be acceptable?”
And suddenly, everything made sense. From the job, to the payment, to even the woman’s self-assured attitude. Fujiko listened with only a sip left to her martini, causing the thief to idly fiddle with the cocktail straw. She went on about her new ‘friend’ in such a way that, to the brunette, she intended to have her potential contract employee be impressed by her social skills.
But that was nothing compared to how she intended to pay her. Fujiko watched her, from how she sipped her mead, to how she placed the silk bag on the table as if it held the rarest of diamonds. The same sort of self-importance rang through her explanation as well, how she’d received the trinket from a crime family due to her oh-so-kind generosity. She chose not to interject at this point, her brown eyes drifting from her to the ruby ring. Holding it in her palm, even the dim lighting of the bar was more than enough for her to assess the quality before gently placing it back into the bag.
She wished, almost, that she had another drink in her hand before the woman continued with her spiel. But that one she’d likely have to pay for, and Fujiko didn’t have faith that even her burgundy cocktail dress, with its halter straps and high hemline, would be enough to swindle another free drink out of the bartender without throwing in at least a makeout session in return, if not getting him off entirely. The guy had clearly seen his fair share of women try to drink for free, so when he’d shooed away a birthday party comprised of eager university girls to pay up or get out, the brunette knew she didn’t want to ruin a good thing when she had it. It was a decent enough bar anyway, though it was without the prestige of a proper lounge. And no good music to speak of.
Not that Fujiko would be entranced by soft jazz at this point. She was still technically meeting a client, one who still droned on about her past, painting a heart-wrenching story about how her hardworking parents died, she was taken in by other family, and her precious sword ended up in the world of organized crime. And so forth and so on.
But sob stories were always best told by those, well, actually sobbing. And even better when they had a sense of urgency about them, as if someone’s entire world, their entire happiness, hinged on the generosity of others. Any decent panhandler had figured that one out. And this woman was no beggar.
A silence settled between them when she finally finished, Fujiko stirring the last swallow of her martini before delicately removing the straw from her glass and drinking down the last few drops. Until then, she’d worn a contemplative, respectful expression, lips pursed in thought and gaze slightly downcast with a sense of gravitas.
So it was a surprise, to the bartender, to the young professionals on her opposite side, even the group of men who all had slowly glanced up her form from heels to face as soon as she’d taken her seat at the bar, when Fujiko tossed her head back and laughed. It started as a chuckle, but then she couldn’t help herself: God, Jigen must have really made an effort convincing this one!
“I should apologize...but that was rather spectacular, really!” She finally uttered through giggles, her burst of excitement finally settling down as she smoothed a lock of deep chocolate-colored hair out of her eyes. “Let me guess, you earnestly asked him for the recommendation of a thief and he suggested me. Depending on his mood, he probably either hesitated, thinking you couldn’t afford me, or readily offered my contact information?”
For the first time that night, Fujiko truly smiled, shaking her head still in disbelief she’d let the whole charade go on as long as she did. But the woman’s commitment to her social prowess and traumatic past was just too amusing. “I guess I can tell you now,” She smirked, resting her chin on her hand. “Jigen and I play a game when we’re not teaming up: which one of us will be desperate enough to take a risky heist that’s hardly worth the reward. We choose potential clients to send to the other, entirely at random so we never expect it. I guess he thought he had a real winner with you!”
With a satisfied sigh, she continued, pushing the glass back towards the bartender to signal that she was done with her drink and her non-existent tab. “Word of advice, though? If you want someone to piss off the Irish Mob, you may want to get someone a bit more green than I am. Offering the equivalent of fifteen thousand euros, give or take, is a fool’s errand to infiltrate one of the deadliest groups of organized crime in Europe.” For the way the woman had spoken, Fujiko had half-expected a diamond of at least ten carats, probably closer to fifteen. Rubies, even antique ones at that size, never fetched more than five thousand euros or so, even if they were flocked by tiny diamonds each way less than one karat. Not to mention the MSRP of a Kawasaki Z1000 was hardly confidential information.
She was one of the best thieves in the world, often touted in the papers as Lupin’s feminine equal. She barely got out of bed for anything less than two million, and her interest became genuine at around five. Everything else she stole? That was purely for fun.
“Try the darkweb, or any connections you’ve got in the black market,” She advised, hopping off her barstool and gathering her purse. “You’ll find some new blood on there. You may even find someone eager to take a cheaper deal on the reward because they’re ex-Mob and have the personal vengeance thing going for them. Good luck! And tell Jigen he finally picked a candidate that made me laugh if you see him, okay?”
With a wave, she sauntered towards the door, still chuckling. Fine, she thought, I owe him a homemade meal during our next heist.
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Continued from here for @pibrequirem !
On principle, she tried not to team up with the mafia or get involved in general. Fujiko didn’t want to write it off as childhood trauma, only people who made excuses for everything in their lives linked what they couldn’t tolerate with something horrific that happened to them as kids. If the pay was right, she was happy to double-cross them for her own benefit. But legitimately teaming up? She must have been out of her mind.
Still, the thief thought Jovanni, for sure, had some sort of plan for their heist. The terms had been acceptable and it had been some time since a decent reward had surfaced. So it was no surprise that her jaw dropped, gun in hand, as he freely admitted that there was no rhyme or reason to how they were going to pull this off: as long as he wasn’t shot, he deemed this a success.
Christ, he was more unpredictable than Lupin, and Lupin only appeared not to have a plan in mind. Realistically, she could almost always count on one to unfold, even if she had to be an unwilling pawn in it. It was only when their compassionate sides surpassed their greed when heists ended up being a failure. Unless she hadn’t factored in the qualities of a human heart, Fujiko was never too soured by it. Sometimes they had to choose between a child and the cash, and she was always willing to bet on the former.
But this caper had no such sympathy cards to play.
“What the hell!? You want to rob this place and you don’t even have a plan for doing so?” She sputtered, lowering the semi-automatic to her side. “You do realize we have to be alive to actually split the treasure, right?”
She was going to regret agreeing to this partnership, she just knew it.
#pibrequirem#(I thought I'd leave this open to what the caper actually is)#(But I thought continuing this might be fun!)#(Don't feel pressured to reply if you don't want to though)
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Me: *makes an entirely new low to medium activity blog that doesn’t show up in the tags and has very little plot and muse development yet*
Also me: But what if I added AUs-
#ladylooter musings#(I probably need to redo my promo and try again for the tags)#(or at least wait for more multi para threads and interactions)
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anhedonialunatic:
How aggravating to know they’ll put her in this situation. For authority figures, they weren’t competent in professionalism. He always expected most to be disciplined in the face of an intruder. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case and he will have a word with those who thought this was hilarious. It’s a shame physical punishment is illegal or else they’ll be facing strict discipline. “This is not what you call ‘professionalism’ Anyone treating someone unfairly is uncalled for. We’re not working in a circus to laugh at others. This is simply military work.”
He was not only disappointed, but also fumed by the tone of his voice. He’s trying very hard to stay composed in front of the intruder. “Don’t even think i’m letting you go. I’m just readjusting so they’re behind your back this time. Don’t try anything funny.” There’s no information of who she is, nor her intentions. It is impressive to think someone could sneak in this faculty. He needed to remind himself to never underestimate someone like that, especially her right now.
“I was going to ask what you’re here for, but you’re probably not going to answer that. Tell me this, who are you? You think you can answer that question?” Voice was firm, wanting a honest answer, but he is expecting a lie. He doesn’t know how dangerous she is so he’s on his feet for any suspicions.
Stern, yet with a side of compassion. The severity of his expression and tone of voice hardly matched his words at first, something Fujiko made sure to note as he reached for the ropes around her wrists. Her deep sigh was both involuntary and something she could use to her own advantage, her chest heaving as she exhaled in the hopes that he wouldn’t ignore it. Plenty of women complained when men leered at them, something she learned was a mistake early on: Don’t get mad, get everything they’ve got.
And right now, this officer had her key out of there. Sure, it wasn’t diamonds or couture, but in this particular moment, it was worth more than both combined. “Th-thank you,” She stammered, the pins and needles in her fingertips aching as she felt her blood begin to flow properly again. The brunette wished she could rub and scratch both of her wrists, to relieve herself of the itching and tender skin caused by the rough ropes they’d used. “I’ve never been tied up in such a way before. It hurts.”
A lie, but one he didn’t need to know. She’d been tied up worse than that, both to detain her and for the pleasure of others. Right now, she needed to be as believably vulnerable as possible as her knees shook in her borrowed military uniform. She’d swiped it from the laundry the base used a week ago in several sizes, until she found one that fit just the way it needed to: a little too tight in the chest and hips.
“But having my hands behind my back feels a bit better, as long as I avoid...well...” She continued, her brown eyes downcast towards her right side, a sad pout on her full, pink lips. Fujiko was in pain, sure, but mostly just from her hands above her head. The bruises on her side would fade quickly as long as she rested properly for the next few days. The emotional bruises had gone as soon as the door had closed behind the officers: being groped was just about as common as brushing her teeth for her. It happened on a daily basis, and sometimes more than once. “I’m a new transfer to this facility. Ryoko Zenigata,” She mumbled, delivering the name that was printed on the counterfeit IDs and dog tags she had made. It was her idea of a joke, once Inspector Zenigata caught wind of the caper. “M-my uncle is a police officer and I’ve always wished to serve the country too. It’s just very difficult...as a woman. To be taken seriously by your co-workers...”
A tear rolled down her cheek as she fidgeted in the wrist binds. A little bit of friction and some of her discomfort could be alleviated. All she needed now was for this guy to buy her story.
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> share four songs / pieces of music that represent your muse! repost, don’t reblog!
Criminal - Fiona Apple
What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love
She’s Not There - The Zombies
Well, no one told me about her
The way she lied
Well, no one told me about her
How many people cried
But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know, why should I care?
Please don't bother trying to find her
She's not there
Well, let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she acts and the color of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool, her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there
How to Be a Heartbreaker - MARINA
How to be a heartbreaker
Boys they like the look of danger
We'll get him falling for a stranger
A player, singing I lo-lo-love you
At least I think I do
She’s Always a Woman - Billy Joel
She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes
And she can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child but she's always a woman to me
She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth but she'll never believe you
And she'll take what you give her as long as it's free
Yeah she steals like a thief but she's always a woman to me
Stolen from: @madamhatter
Tagging: You! (I don’t have too many active followers yet)
#ladylooter memes#(I just added the first few dozen songs to my spotify playlist for Fujiko)#(So it's a great time to do this meme)#(This is the first time I've done a song meme for the new muse!)#(And considering Lupin III as a fandom I can get away with a lot of older songs for inspo)#(I had some songs with more questionable lyrics that I like for Fujicakes)#(But I decided to err on the side of caution this time)
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