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@hellisheir
𝔓𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔓𝔬𝔰𝔱
Hi, I'm Mango. I'm in my 30s and I live in Canada. My timezone is PST.
This is an independent roleplay account for an anti-christ oc. This blog will contain religious content, possibly some gore and blood, and other triggering things. Personal blogs and minors do not interact.
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Speaking of music, Michael can def be a perfectionist in the studio but not to a crazy degree. He knows when something has reached its full potential and he's not gonna keep meticulously editing and fiddling unnecessarily. He will be precise and adamant about what he wants and he will work to achieve whatever goals he has but he also knows when you can't force something.
sometimes I think of Michael cutting a bit loose for one album with his band. Instead of the usual heavy industrial rock with moody af lyrics, they do a hair metal album and then go back to their old sound like nothing happened.
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She was the shining light in such a grim place. He mirrored her smile as she came down the stairs, a laugh escaped him as she confessed she often forgot her own birthday. "Good thing I remember it for you." He returned the hug, squeezing her affectionately as he gave her a kiss on the top of her head. Maybe one day she wouldn't be confined to here.
He snorted gently. "You're both older and younger simultaneously." Logic need not apply to their unique circumstances. The excitement in her voice and eyes were palatable, already she was snooping like a kid on christmas eve. "You couldn't wait for me to give it to you, could you?" he said, his voice warm with humour.
Inside the bag were a few cds of her favourite bands, one vinyl, some new clothes, and a scented candle, alongside a book or two. It was a fair sized bag after all, but she was stuck in this place, unable to get things herself. So perhaps he was overcompensating for her sake.
"Do you like them?"
she couldn't help, but giggle at michael's words, smiling endlessly. ❛ honestly ? no point, not getting any older, anyway ! ❜ she joked, feeling so carefree and herself whenever her brother came around to visit. ❛ but, i like knowing you'll always come see me, mom misses you, ❜ she told him, smile still present on her face, but a twinge of sadness gleamed in her emerald eyes. they both missed michael, but she could tell mom felt half-empty with @hellisheir not around and maybe even felt guilty with everything that happened, that she couldn't be there for him in the real world. a sister misses her brother, but nothing compared to a mother missing her son.
❛ i'm never going to say no to gifts. it's like i can go out and get whatever i wanted, ❜ she shrugged and took it upon herself to dig through the tissue paper to unveil the true gift underneath. she carefully takes out cds, a beautiful vinyl, and everything she's ever wanted! the excitement beamed within her eyes and her body shook. eyes widened, ❛ it's like you're in my brain, brother, ❜ she complimented, laughing and admiring the grungy articles of clothing and books she's ready to dive in right here and right now. ❛ are you kidding ? i love it. i've been needing to read something new and not these weird old-timey books that the others have around here. this is the shit, ❜ she told him, holding up the two mystery books with a grin on her face. ❛ you didn't have to do all this, you know. i would've just taken the vinyl, ❜ she joked, smirking.
"Careful now, if you smile any harder, you may become stuck that way." It did warm him to see her so elated. The house was a miserable place and he couldn't think of a worse environment to be tethered to. Any little thing he could do to bring her joy was worth it.
He laughed. "Maybe I am, just spying on your dreams to see what birthday presents I should buy you." Old timey books. He gave a slight shake of the head. "You know they are called classics for a reason, perhaps you should read them sometime." Michael brushed a few strands of hair from her face, maybe he should've gotten her some clips but she seemed to prefer her hair free.
And maybe one day her spirit would be as free as her locks. "Violet, I would give you the entire universe alongside heaven and hell if I could." There was however a slight pause. "But could you handle all the responsibility? I mean it is a lot of boring paperwork."
"Certainly." He scooped her up into his arms, carrying her off to the bed before setting her down. His lips pressed against hers, head tilting slightly as he savoured her soft flesh. She was so playful and forward, a rather attractive combination in his opinion.
His nose pressed against hers as he stared into her eyes, his fingers brushing any stray strands of hair from her face. "Is there any particular way you wish to begin?"
+ The minute she felt herself SWEPT off her feet, Mary Jane had absolutely no hope of WIPING the smile off of her face . Even as she lost herself in the KISS, somehow, flashes of it remained . Wrapping her arms around his neck, she teased his lips with her tongue, resulting in a low chuckle that filled the space after it .
As she looked up at him, there was no denying the heat burrowed into her cheeks now . " I think maybe I'm a little OVER-DRESSED for the occasion, don't you think ? "
The slightest of smiles curved his lips, their foreheads still touching. The tongue caught him off guard but it was welcomed nonetheless. "Perhaps, though there's nothing wrong with having as much or as little clothing as you'd like." His hand squeezed her thigh, his tone as suggestive as ever. Slowly he began to remove her shirt before pressing his lips against hers once more. "You really are the jackpot, Mary-Jane."
“ Who are you? ”
questions only sentence starters.
He could easily ask the same of this kid. They were both strangers after all; and what he was doing out this late in this shady area? He could already feel a stranger tension in the air, like something was about to change. A vague feeling he had trouble describing.
"Michael. But I wouldn't stay here long if I were you."
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having dinner with michael involves the other person (or people in some cases) actually having dinner while he eats a breadstick and drinks wine.
questions only sentence starters
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .
who . . .
“ Who are you? ”
“ Who do you serve? ”
“ Who taught you that? ”
“ Who’s really in control here? ”
“ Who are you running from? ”
“ Who did this to you? ”
“ Who’s coming for us? ”
“ Who do you think I am? ”
“ Who else knows about this? ”
“ Who are you trying to protect? ”
what . . .
“ What are you? ”
“ What do you want from me? ”
“ What are you hiding? ”
“ What were you planning to do? ”
“ What just happened? ”
“ What did you see back there? ”
“ What did you promise them? ”
“ What happens if I don’t let you go? ”
“ What are the rules I’m not supposed to break? ”
“ What happens after the portal closes? ”
where . . .
“ Where did you come from? ”
“ Where are we? ”
“ Where are you going? ”
“ Where were you when it happened? ”
“ Where does this path lead? ”
“ Where did you get that scar? ”
“ Where is everyone else? ”
“ Where should I stand? ”
“ Where did you put the body? ”
“ Where were you hiding all this time? ”
when . . .
“ When did this start? ”
“ When were you going to tell me? ”
“ When was the last time you felt safe? ”
“ When do we leave? ”
“ When did you stop trusting me? ”
“ When does this end? ”
“ When did you realise the truth? ”
“ When do things go wrong? ”
“ When did you choose this path? ”
“ When will you look at me and be honest? ”
how . . .
“ How long have you been watching me? ”
“ How did you survive? ”
“ How much do you remember? ”
“ How are you this calm right now? ”
“ How bad is it? ”
“ How did you know my name? ”
“ How far are you willing to go? ”
“ How many lies have you told me? ”
“ How do you live with this? ”
“ How are we supposed to fix this? ”
are . . .
“ Are you human? ”
“ Are you okay? ”
“ Are you lying to me right now? ”
“ Are you scared? ”
“ Are you tired? ”
“ Are you hiding something? ”
“ Are you bound by oath or by magic? ”
“ Are you trying to start a fight? ”
“ Are you always this dramatic? ”
“ Are you going to explain or just stare? ”
do . . .
“ Do you trust me? ”
“ Do you remember your name? ”
“ Do you remember me? ”
“ Do you miss them? ”
“ Do you always talk this much? ”
“ Do you have any idea what you just did? ”
“ Do you ever sleep? ”
“ Do you want me to stay? ”
“ Do you think I’m stupid? ”
“ Do you believe in fate? ”
have . . .
“ Have you eaten yet? ”
“ Have we met before? ”
“ Have you been here long? ”
“ Have you done this before? ”
“ Have you ever killed someone? ”
“ Have you been lying to me? ”
“ Have you lost anyone? ”
“ Have you forgiven yourself? ”
“ Have you always been like this? ”
“ Have you already chosen a side? ”
is . . .
“ Is this place real? ”
“ Is something bothering you? ”
“ Is that weapon even legal here? ”
“ Is this your idea of a joke? ”
“ Is this your way of flirting? ”
“ Is someone watching us? ”
“ Is it supposed to hurt like this? ”
“ Is there a way out? ”
“ Is this what you wanted? ”
“ Is it too late to turn back? ”
can . . .
“ Can I ask you a weird question? ”
“ Can you hear that? ”
“ Can I trust you? ”
“ Can you keep a secret? ”
“ Can we slow down? ”
“ Can you help me bury a body? ”
“ Can you look at me? ”
“ Can we talk about what happened? ”
“ Can you stop pretending? ”
“ Can you promise me something? ”
will . . .
“ Will you stay with me? ”
“ Will you tell me the truth? ”
“ Will this ever end? ”
“ Will you protect me? ”
“ Will they come back for us? ”
“ Will you remember me? ”
“ Will you choose a side? ”
“ Will you regret this? ”
“ Will you still look at me the same way? ”
“ Will you stop me if I’m wrong? ”
should . . .
“ Should I be worried? ”
“ Should we be running? ”
“ Should I follow you? ”
“ Should I be afraid of you? ”
“ Should we pretend this never happened? ”
“ Should I stay or go? ”
“ Should I believe you? ”
“ Should I be honest with you? ”
“ Should we trust them? ”
“ Should I have come here? ”
would . . .
“ Would you do it again? ”
“ Would you lie to protect me? ”
“ Would this have been different if I had stayed? ”
“ Would you really let me die? ”
“ Would you have saved them instead? ”
“ Would you still care if you knew the truth? ”
“ Would you leave if I asked? ”
“ Would this hurt less if I understood? ”
“ Would you forgive me? ”
“ Would you choose me this time? ”
could . . .
“ Could you survive without me? ”
“ Could this world exist without you? ”
“ Could this get any worse? ”
“ Could you teach me how to do that? ”
“ Could you be wrong? ”
“ Could you be lying to yourself? ”
“ Could you forgive them? ”
“ Could this be a trap? ”
“ Could you handle the truth if I told you? ”
“ Could you live with the consequences? ”
Michael doesn't smile or laugh often but when he does, it's adorable.
do your muses (canon or ocs) interact with your other muses in your head?
