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Character Development Questions

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What’s an important lesson your muse has learned over the past few years and how has that changed the way they live?

How does the time your muse lives in influence their lifestyle? Are they happy they’re born in their time, or do they fantasise about a different era?

Does your muse focus mainly on one long term goal or multiple short term ones? What do they think about the reachability of their goals and what are they?

Is your muse an optimist or pessimist and how does this influence their choices?

Does your muse have any irrational fears that hold them back in life? Do they come from experience (trauma) or is it, for instance, part of a belief system they have?

Is your muse looking for a long term relationship? Are they in one? What do they think of marriage and binding themselves to someone?

What does your muse get out of relationships (be it friends, family or a significant other)? Do they find it energising or exhausting to keep up with?

How selfish/selfless is your muse? To what extent would they sacrifice themselves for others and is there anything they’d not give up?

What does your muse think of time/aging? Does getting older scare them? (Alternatively, for immortal muses: How does their immortality effect their relationships with mortals?)

Does your muse believe one should always work hard to get what they want or would your muse take a kind offer without feeling the need to repay it? What do they expect when they lend/give something to someone?

What are your muse’s thoughts on race? Are they biased/racist? Are they aware of discrimination; do they participate in it or do they ignore it? Are they discriminated against?

Is the way your muse sees themselves similar to how others see them or is it (very) different, due to mental illness/keeping secrets/etc.?

When faced with a tricky situation will your muse be proactive or passive? Will they, for instance, try to get involved when they’re not or will they try to get away when they are?

Do they take control or give control or do they believe in sharing power? What are their thoughts on control versus submission (either sexually or in relationships in general)? What do they think of authority?

How materialistic are they? Do they often throw things out or are they hoarders? Do they store their memories in their heads, in photo albums or in countless of boxes of belongings in the attic?

Are they addicted to anything at all? Do they crave something when they haven’t had it in a while? Has this ever endangered them or others?

What prominent habits does your muse have and how would they respond if they were forced to change them? Are they adaptable or dependent on their routines?

What skills does your muse have and how did they come to have them? Was it hard work to learn them? What do they use their skills for? Are there any skills your muse wishes they had?

How concerned are they with their appearance and how do they regard the appearance of others? Do they find it important? Do they enjoy aesthetically pleasing people?

What does your muse think of secrets? Do they keep many or a few and what is their motivation to keep something secret? Have they ever been hurt by a secret someone else kept from them?

[thecommonchick]

Me opening up to someone:

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I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do; I learned to suspect that anyone and everyone is capable of ‘living a lie’. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.

Lynn Barber, An Education (via wordsnquotes)

[noxilvi]

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bonyarii :

     ✧ .   ❝Oh, well… It just… Happens.❞

          Those unfamiliar with the archer’s ways were often SHOCKED to find the woman in a situation such as this. Body hung in a netted trap ( clearly designed for creatures of a different species than she ), it seemed to be the exact response elicited from the woman before her upon sight.

          Being the one caught IN the trap itself, the archer presumed she was in no position to tell the other how to cut the thread. However, having experienced several - if not most - types of traps ( followed by a rescue ), she was pretty sure the lady was making things more DIFFICULT for herself with her method and location of cutting.

❝Um… It’s a lot easier to cut this rope here rather than the one you’re cutting now… That side is wound tighter so…❞

‘How can things like this just happen?’ was her initial thought, though she didn’t voice it. Such a reaction would be a telltale sign upon her face, however. Her brows were raised incredulously, but still, she remained at her task in trying to free this woman. But what she had said next nearly made Sorella drop her knife in utter shock. Thankfully, she didn’t... but she did stop cutting away at the rope for the moment.

Needless to say, Sorella was... dumbfounded. Speechless, even.

“....” She couldn’t believe it. So says the one caught in the trap in the first place! Who was the one trying to free her here? How many traps has this woman been in for her to know things like this? Questions of that nature began to form in her mind, but Sorella held her tongue in that regard. “...I will keep that in mind.” she replied, reluctantly moving her hand away from the spot she was toiling on upon herself to the spot where the woman suggested. Once again, she moved to cut it with the knife in her hands. And loath as she was to say it aloud... this spot was a little easier to cut through. The archer was right.

“...you didn’t have anything that you can free yourself with?” she asked. Might as well start somewhere before it gets too awkward.

[wordsnquotes]

hiraeth

(hɨraɪ̯θ), noun | A Welsh, untranslatable feeling, hiraeth is loosely described as a homesickness for a home you cannot return to anymore or a place, which never even existed. Connotations of sadness, yearning, profound nostalgia, and wistfulness are imbued into the state of hiraeth. Overall this beautiful, but painful longing is a an expression of an empty desire and grief over a past life or place. It is the ultimate signifier of a bond which has ceased to exist.   (via mirroir)

[duskchord-blog]

“Elphin, no. Leave her hair alone.”

It was a sweet chide from his master, though it was laced with a slight sternness as she spoke. Carefully, she holds her black steed back by the reins, so that the direction of his mouth could move the opposite of her dear friend’s. No one would want a pegasus nipping at their hair, after all. Hearing the sounds of a short winny, Sorella merely shakes her head as she pats his neck as a show of ease. Still trying to say ‘hello...’ oh, gods. “...I’m sorry, Natalia. Though I guess I now know that Elphin missed you too.” After all, he only did that with people he liked.

@neverforgiiven

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“Deirdre? I’ve brought some water if you have need of it.”

A rest from tired, calloused fingers didn’t exactly mean that she couldn’t show kind gestures to her fellow performers. Especially when water was considered invaluable... it does a musician well. Slowly she sets the glass upon a nearby stand, just in case. “I’m taking a rest from practicing myself. I’ve a feeling my fingers are thanking me for it.”

@auramaiden

[stupidinboxstuff]

Send me ‘Mom’ + A Question and my muses mother will answer it

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Soft grunts were emitted as she tries to keep her stance steady -- truly, what an angle she chose to do this should-be simple task. Still, not willing to move towards another spot, she grips hard upon hardened rope with one hand. The other held a small knife -- a usual failsafe -- that she was trying to cut the rope with. It’s doing the job just fine, but still... this was ridiculous. “...how in the world did you get yourself caught in this?”

@bonyarii

[duskchord-blog]

/ okay sorella’s muse is awake and i’m around her blog soooooo! hit that like button if you want a small starter!

[userboxer]

[indieteen]

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fellegend:

CAPTIVATED is she who wields the words of his heart & mind alike. Her fingers, so delicately, trace the pages which she holds in her hands & he cannot help but to try to subdue the very anxiety that surges through his veins. There is a distinct discomfort that comes about offering the works of which he’s created & he stands idly, awkwardly. Foot taps, no, not out of impatience, but out of the mere search for peace in his restlessness. Breathing air through his lungs, he’d sigh & relaxation would find itself just within his grasp. 

However, the moment in which she speaks would be the moment it slips right away. Bewilderment sets itself against his emotions ( which are so clear against his expression ). Hand twitches ( ah yes, how he could never forget the sword hand ) & he places it to his side as he grips the yellow cloak that falls in ripples from his shoulders. A safe blanket to remind him that all is well. His mother’s words bring solace to his thoughts & he can hear her in his memories ( oh, how they fade by the day & oh, how he wishes to see her again ), ‘ don’t worry ! it’s no big deal, silly owain ! ‘ – he’s always had a knack for the dramatic.

He would part his lips as if to speak, to reveal the words that set upon his heart & yet, the moment they are here is the moment they have left. He stands beside her, feet shifting nervously & there is silence, if not for the throat clearing that escapes him. Please – he waits – please do not be disappointed. 

Drawn is she within the story she reads, currently oblivious to the anxiousness of the author beside her. This is often the case when she reads something that she is interested in -- she immerses herself in it, with every word spoken from her lips as she reads along. Is she always aware of that quirk? Not always, but it was a minor detail in her mind. Once in a while, it is good to be captivated in a epic tale. It is one of the things that have gave her joy in times of both levity and strife. And it was no different here as she reads an original tale.

Her finger then stops moving, staying upon the ending paragraph as she begins to read the conclusion. Her voice begins to soften more as she continued, a sign of a story coming to an end. And upon the last word spoken, she pauses, as if taking the time to fully absorb the story that she just read. If her speaking aloud wasn’t enough of a good omen, the satisfied smile that forms upon her lips would surely be enough. She continues her delicate treatment, carefully closing the aged book in her hands intending to return it to its rightful owner. Though it is when Sorella finally looks upon him that she notices a slight anxiousness.

“What’s wrong? Don’t look so tense,” she assures. Turning fully, she offers his book for him to reclaim. Though there was no hiding the pleased look upon her face. “...I knew that I've a feeling that you would be good at epics, Sir Odin. I’m so glad to know that I was right.”

[themusewhomuses]

                             I would do anything to protect you, even if I must do                                      UNTHINKABLE things to keep you safe

[spctlessminds]

based on this suggestions blog.  warning:  these are pretty dark/angry  &  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding!!

‘  all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly  &  me to not flinch away without meaning to.  when will this stop affecting me?  ’ ‘  all i want is to be soft  &  gentle,  but i’m made out of steel  &  anger.  maybe in another life,  i guess.  ’ ‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’ ‘  burning it all to the ground  &  force them to start again.  they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’ ‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own?  ’ ‘  do you trust me enough?  do you trust me at all?  ’ ‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’ ‘  even after all you have done,  i will always want you fighting on my side.  ’ ‘  every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again.  ’ ‘  everyone i have ever loved is long gone.  i sing to the sky alone.  ’ ‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  &  i touch  &  i touch  &  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop?  ’ ‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  &  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  &  my eyes are still stretched wide  &  terrified.  ’ ‘  everything i love has been taken from me.  what do i have left to fight for?  ’ ‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’ ‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’ ‘  i am aching to hold you  &  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’ ‘  i am divine  &  you will bow before me.  ’ ‘  i am fucking divine.  ’ ‘  i am in control  &  i listen to no one.  ’ ‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’ ‘  i am not accustomed to love.  this is a learning experience.  ’ ‘  i am not worth saving  &  i am not worth redemption.  let me stay in the dark.  ’ ‘  i am so tired all the time,  all i want to do is rest.  ’ ‘  i am too tired to deal with any of this.  ’ ‘  i bow to no man.  ’ ‘  i broke into sharp pieces when i broke  &  i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together.  i’m sorry.  ’ ‘  i can give you your wings back  &  i can show you to fly once more,  if you only believe in me.  ’ ‘  i cannot be saved.  ’ ‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’ ‘  i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you,  but i loved you too much to notice.  ’ ‘  i crave affection in the simplest way.  ’ ‘  i deserve to hurt.  i deserve to bleed.  ’ ‘  i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me.  ’ ‘  i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer,  as long as it leaves your lips.  ’ ‘  i don’t fight for you anymore.  ’ ‘  i don’t want to let go of you.  not now,  not ever.  ’ ‘  i don’t want to talk about it.  i don’t want to remember.  i don’t want to heal.  all i want is for it to go away.  ’ ‘  i don’t want you to touch me.  please don’t touch me,  just go away.  ’ ‘  i feel anger deeper than my bones.  i feel anger in my very soul.  ’ ‘  i feel nothing at all,  except for when i feel everything all at once.  ’ ‘  i have fallen  &  though i may miss the sky,  i belong here now.  ’ ‘  i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine.  ’ ‘  i have no home anymore.  ’ ‘  i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand  &  then i remember nothing.  ’ ‘  i see beauty in everything,  but especially in you.  ’ ‘  i should never have fallen in love with you.  ’ ‘  i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me.  now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away.  ’ ‘  i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe.  ’ ‘  i will never amount to anything.  i am a failure in the worst type of way.  ’ ‘  i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me  &  maybe someday it will be true.  ’ ‘  if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore.  ’ ‘  if you ask me to,  i will set the whole world on fire,  my dear.  it’s all for you.  ’ ‘  is it my fault?  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’ ‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right?  ’ ‘  i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me,  choking on anger  &  suffocating on sadness.  ’ ‘  i’m in love with everything that hurts me.  ’ ‘  i’m okay.  i’m alright.  this is all in my mind.  ’ ‘  i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me.  ’ ‘  i’m so cold  &  i can’t stop shaking.  i am not who you think i am.  ’ ‘  i’m so tired all the time  &  i just want to be awake again.  ’ ‘  i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten.  i just want someone to remember me.  ’ ‘  i’m tired of fighting everything in my life.  just make it stop.  ’ ‘  i’m too tired to care.  blow up,  get angry at me.  i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it.  ’ ‘  jealousy burns within me.  ’ ‘  just let me go in peace for once in my damn life.  ’ ‘  loneliness is a disease  &  it leaves me empty  &  hollow,  like sound goes through my body  &  bounces back.  ’ ‘  made of starlight  &  sunshine,  i shine brighter than they all know.  ’ ‘  my anger is righteous  &  my actions are pure.  ’ ‘  my chest aches  &  my lungs burn.  this sickness comes from the inside.  ’ ‘  my chest hurts  &  all i need is some comfort  &  understanding.  ’ ‘  my chest hurts  &  i ache to go back to the sky.  ’ ‘  my shoulders are aching where wings used to be  &  all i want is for them to stop hurting.  ’ ‘  pull me apart  &  piece me together in your own way.  make me perfect.  ’ ‘  righteous fury throws through my veins  &  if you touch the people i love i will destroy you.  ’ ‘  rise up.  you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more.  ’ ‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’ ‘  so much blood has been spilled in my name.  time to make you believe it was in yours.  ’ ‘  so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent,  but not when i scream  &  plead for help?  fuck off.  ’ ‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’ ‘  stay away from my fucking friends.  stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you.  ’ ‘  stop treating me like i’m an idiot.  you aren’t better than me in any way  &  you better remember that.  ’ ‘  the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue.  ’ ‘  the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it.  ’ ‘  to love them is my divine right.  ’ ‘  voices whisper from the shadows  &  they fill my mind with thoughts of you.  ’ ‘  what did i to wrong to be so unloved?  ’ ‘  what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it?  ’ ‘  who the fuck do you think you are?  ’ ‘  why can’t i ever fucking stop crying?  ’ ‘  with a new year comes new tests  &  triumphs.  let’s try to make the most out of it.  ’ ‘  would it really kill you to be honest for once?  ’ ‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  &  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’ ‘  you are not required to love your parents,  or to even like them.  ’ ‘  you can’t hate me more than i hate myself,  but you are more than welcome to try.  ’ ‘  you may say you love me,  but you love only a part of me.  i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being.  ’ ‘  you never fucking cared about me.  don’t fucking lie about it.  not to me.  ’ ‘  you remind me of mint.  fresh,  sharp,  kind of cold,  but in a nice way.  i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite.  ’ ‘  you shine light in even the darkest parts of me.  you are my sun.  ’ ‘  you should fear me,  but you don’t.  i will be eternally puzzled,  yet grateful.  ’ ‘  you touch me  &  my skin burns  &  it burns for you,  always you.  ’

[duskchord-blog]

Vipers become accustomed to the dark They mold themselves within the earth And become one with it

Those who step carelessly within their bounds Get bitten Poisoned A victim to their cunning hunt

Vipers adapt to the laws of their surroundings Of nature Of society Of life Camouflaged within their bounds until they hunt And strike

Beware the Vipers in whatever shade they come For they are the most dangerous hunters of all.