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@isabella-camus
Explain your characterās personality.
What would your character do if he/she witnessed the death of their most loved?
If your character is from a different world/time period, explain their personalities if they where placed in this world.
What do you think your character...
Of Love and Stuffing: Muse starts carrying around a plushy, becoming extremely attached to it. It is of Muse's most loved person. Lasts for 2 days.
"Ah-" Isabel looked down at her feet, to find a small form huddled on the ground. Bending down, she looked closer to find that it was a small plush toy. A small plush toy of Raie. "What is this doing here?" She wondered. The doll was remarkably accurate, emulating the girl's upbeat smile perfectly.
Isabel felt a small smile cross her face as she picked up the plushie, holding it close. "I-I suppose it doesn't matter..." Raie was her first real friend she'd had in the longest time, and having her likeness beside her was comforting.
M!As
Deadly Insomniac: Your muse is unable to sleep for a specified amount of time regardless of how many attempts they make, becoming extremely tired, weak and dangerously volatile.
Childlike Innocence: Muse is mysteriously transformed into their small childhood form for a specified amount of time, accompanied with all the usual juvenile behaviours.
Personality Swap: Muse's usual personality is suddenly switched with another's for a specified amount of time, causing them to act like that person perfectly. Anon decides who.
Cross-dresser: Muse becomes a cross dresser for a specified amount of time, dressing up as the opposite sex.
Animal Suits!: Anon chooses an animal Muse must dress up as for a specified amount of time, imitating it's behaviour and characteristic traits.
Charmingly Flirtatious: Muse becomes a dazzling romantic for a specified amount of time, flirting with everyone regardless of gender, current relationship or sexual preferences.
Deliriously Drunk: Muse becomes excessively drunk for a specified amount of time, acting oddly and hallucinating occasionally. Muse may react to drunkenness however they please.
Shape Shifter: Anon decides what form Muse changes into, whether it be an animal, person, or even an object.
Player: Muse attempts to get in bed with everyone for a specified amount of time.
Lost: Muse becomes hopelessly lost, loosing all sense of direction they previously had.
Sex Change: Muse turns into the opposite sex for a specified amount of time.
Habitually Violent: Muse becomes extremely violent and will attempt to pick fights with anyone they talk to.
Leather Panties and Stockings: Muse is forced to dress up in a very sexual manner for a specified amount of time, becoming extremely horny as a result.
Crossover: Muse becomes part of another fandom for a specified amount of time. Anon decides what.
Sweet Lips: Muse will give a kiss to anyone who utters the words 'sweet lips'. Can be via ask, replies or rebloging.
Docilely Submissive: Muse becomes an adorable little uke for a specified amount of time, as obedient as a dog and as playful as a kitten. Anon may choose who for.
Aggressively Dominant: Muse becomes a sadistic seme for a specified amount of time. Anon may choose who for.
Amnesia: Muse forgets everything about themselves, from their name to what they ate for breakfast.
OOC: Muse becomes seriously out of character for a specified amount of time.
Delusions of Grandeur: Muse starts to believe they are better than everyone, becomes the most important person in their universe and has a false sense of confidence, bragging about everything.
Of Love and Stuffing: Muse starts carrying around a plushy, becoming extremely attached to it. Anon may specify what, or else it is Muse's most loved person, thing, or animal.
Musical muse: Muse has the urge to sing, 24/7 for anon specifies.
Isabel glanced at the boy at the far table, or more specifically the object he held in his hands. Calming her trembling nerves she padded quietly over to him before coughing softly to get his attention. "Ah, sorry to disturb you..." she said with a blush. "B-but I was just curious...i-is that Nietzche you're reading?" She had always been a bit of a bibliophile.
Adrian looked at the her and smiled, āyou are right it isā¦but this mostly have his poetsā¦.ā he says gently.
//i had to look up to know who dis guys was D:
She felt a smile form on her face āHis poems? Oh theyāre lovely arenāt they?ā She had always turned to books in her time of need, and to see the boy read such a complicated author piqued her curiosity, driving away some of her nerves.āWell I guess I wouldnāt say ālovelyā. Theyāre awfully dark.ā She sat down on the grass beside him āDo you read often?ā She asked
"W-well..alot actually, mostly with my younger sister. Both of us take a trip to the library once in a whileā¦ what about you? You seem to be interested in Nietzche, are there any other authors you are interested in as well?" he asked while he places a little piece of paper on the page he was on before closing the book.Ā
Isabelās face lit up instantly āOh yes! Iāve been reading ever since I was this high!ā She gestured accordingly. āAuthors I like? Oh boy thatās a lengthy question. Well thereās Sartre of course, and Iāve been warming up to Faulkner lately as well. Letās see, Hawthorne, Elliot, Wilde, Austenā¦ā She rambled on a list of names, before snapping out of her rant. āAh! I-Iām sorry! I was going on a while thereā¦ā She blushed.
Adrian chuckled at her, āits fine, its nice to know someone to know about the authors so it fine~ā he says, and began to realized that he didnāt introduced to himself yet nor did he know her name, āMy name is Adrian Volkov, iām from the scouting legion and you must be?ā Ā he asked.
She blushed. She had forgotten to introduce herself?! "I-Isabel." She stuttered out "Isabel Camus." She smiled a little. "It's nice to meet you Adrian! I-I'm also in the Scouting Legion..." She hoped this would mean she had more than one friend. Raie was wonderful, but her social energy generally left her in the dust sometimes. She liked the boy, he seemed intelligent.
((Ahh! I completely forgot to explain those sorry! Isabel had a rather "difficult" familial life, and generally when you become accustomed to having an angry voice screaming and calling you useless 24/7 the brain has a tendency to replace that voice if it suddenly stops. And as a result we have an angry little Isabel-basher stuck inside her head. She calls it Tim.))
Isabel padded quietly down the hallway, mind elsewhere. This whole 'life of a soldier thing' was honestly rather terrifying. She continued to mull over the change in lifestyle when she felt a sudden contact. Whipping her head up, she realized she had walked directly into the woman "O-oh my gosh!" She squeaked "I am so sorry!"
Routine. To some, it may be calming, to otherās itās awfully close to just numbing the mind and bringing only the worst kind of boredom. Oh, Franziska was kind of grateful for the time lapse between expeditions - busted ribs and lacerations take some time to heal - but still she couldnāt help but feel restless.
Her own train of thought is swiftly derailed by someone bumping right into her. The āoffenderā, well, if anything she looked meek and nervous, one of the rookies, perhaps?
"Itās okay, no harm done." slowly healing bruises or no, Franziska still managed to smile "Wasnāt really looking where I was going myself, so I really had it coming."
Isabelās eyes swept over her form. She had obviously been recovering from a recent battle judging from the bruising that peeked out above her shirt collar, and the way in which the muscles in her face contracted as she smiled indicated pain rather than a simple greeting.
She snapped out of her analysis. āAre you sure? I-I hope I didnāt end up hurting you! You look woundedā¦ā She looked down in a mix of guilt and embarrassment. Why did all of her meetings have to happen like this?
Definitely a rookie. There sure are a lot of things that people tend to say about the scouts and most are rude accusations, but one thing is for certain: serving in the legion changes people. No matter who they are, a couple years of titans harden even the most neurotic people - provided they stay alive.
Well, that was a pretty dark train of thought. Away with that.
"Pffft, took a bit of a beating, but thatās nothing you gotta be concerned about, Kleines.Ā And you didnāt hurt me.ā with a smile, Franziska gave a slight shrug āLooks pretty bad, I know, but Iām not gonna fall apart from people bumping into me, donāt worry.ā
"Ah, s-sorry, I didn't mean to imply..." She stammered lamely.Ā
"Okay, moron, the conversation is over." "She's fine, so quit running your mouth and go on with your day."Ā The spiteful little voice that often dominated her mind hissed at her. She couldn't help but stay though, she was curious as to how she was wounded.
"I-if you don't mind me asking...what happened to you, exactly?" She asked timidly.
if you ever call me annoying, even if itās just jokingly, the chances of me ever speaking to you again are slim to none because Iāll be so afraid that every little word or sound that comes out of my mouth will aggravate you and make you cringe and hate my existence
"I-It's awfully intimidating trying to approach my senior officers...they're really all quite talented."
For every " ā² " I get I'll confess a turn on.
Headcanons Go~
ā¾: Sleep Headcanon
ā : Drinking Headcanon
ā: Phobia Headcanon
ā: Sex Headcanon
ā®: Random Headcanon
ā»: 'Like' headcanon
ā¤: 'Dislike' Headcanon
āÆ: Pet Peeve Headcanon
ā: Weather Headcanon
ā¼: Cooking Headcanon
(( first round of head-shots!
Isabella, Anora-Jane, HanjiRaie, and Kitty-Cat! <3 ))
Isabel shook in anxiety as she clenched the reports in her hand. She had no prior experience interacting directly with her senior officers. Taking a deep breath she stepped towards the man. "Uh...e-excuse me, sir?" she started meekly.
"Hā¦aā¦h?" Moblit turned around. This was not the squad leader. This wasnāt even someone he knew. But they were speaking to him? Why him? He was terrible at talking to people.Ā
"Um." He said, turning around to face her and putting on a mostly-not-nervous-and-somewhat-friendly smile, "Iām not, uh, Iām. Iām Moblit, fffrom Zoeās squad? Do you need something? Iā¦ could fetch the squad leader for youā¦ if you want?"
She blushed at the nickname. No had ever called her āIsaā before. It was pretty. āThanksā¦āShe replied chuckling a little āI suppose everyone is a little crazy hereā¦āĀ
She handed the forms to him. āH-here you go.ā She glanced down at her shoes. āW-what do you mean by āeasierā? I-is she harsh?ā ā
"Oh." Moblit replied, "No, of course she isnāt. Sheās really nice.ā He took the papers and added them to the stack of maps under his arm. He was used to running documents around, so this was, of course, nothing new at all.
"Itās just. Uh." He turned around on his heel and gazed up at the ceiling, free hand on his chin. How to describe Zoe? He had never really thought about it before. "Sheās nice, but itās like." Pause. He turned back to her. "You know those animals they tell you not to own unless youāve owned an easier animal before? Sheās kinda like that. Not for beginners, I guess. Kinda kooky. Eccentric. No sense of self preservationā¦"
"Ah, I-I see." She spoke softly. It was certainly better than the alternative. She was admittedly rather curious to meet her. "I know it must seem rather odd butā¦I-Iād actually quite like to meet her soon. She seems eccentric butā¦I mean Iām not exactly all there either" She removed her gaze from the floor, looking up to meet him briefly "O-of course if you think thatās a bad idea or something I trust you! I d-donāt want to get in your way or anythingā¦"
"Roses are Red! Violets are Blue... Sugar is sweet and so are you~! Please... be my partner is crime? <3" ~Raie
"W-well when you put it that way..."
"okay <3"
REBLOG IF YOU WANT LOVE LETTERS IN YOUR IN BOX NOW
Bonus points if they are from fictional characters.
No matter how many times I reblog it will never happen
isabella-camus replied to your post: Moblit! Youāre in love with the Squad Leader?! Thatās so cuuuttteeee!!!
Aww thatās sweet! Iām rooting for you Moblit!
No, I really am! Look! I have little flags!
Isabel shook in anxiety as she clenched the reports in her hand. She had no prior experience interacting directly with her senior officers. Taking a deep breath she stepped towards the man. "Uh...e-excuse me, sir?" she started meekly.
"Hā¦aā¦h?" Moblit turned around. This was not the squad leader. This wasnāt even someone he knew. But they were speaking to him? Why him? He was terrible at talking to people.Ā
"Um." He said, turning around to face her and putting on a mostly-not-nervous-and-somewhat-friendly smile, "Iām not, uh, Iām. Iām Moblit, fffrom Zoeās squad? Do you need something? Iā¦ could fetch the squad leader for youā¦ if you want?"
Her eyes widened.Ā "Oh no. Oh no no no no no."Ā She had gotten theĀ wrongĀ person. She felt her face overheat as she sputtered āOh my gosh Iām s-so sorry! I just got here a few days ago a-and someone told me to deliver these reports andā¦ā she trailed off, tears of embarrassment brimming in her eyes āIām really sorry to have bothered you!ā She squeaked, bowing sharply.
"Eh? No, itās okay." Moblit replied, shuffling his papers under one arm, "Iām Miss Hanjiās assistant, so if you need something delivered to her IĀ amĀ probably the one to talk to - uh, you okay?ā
She was bowing? And crying? Moblit wasnāt sure what to think. Kinda weird? Not that there was anyone here in the Recon Corps who wasnāt weird. Alright, he could roll with it. Moblit gently pulled her upright by the shoulder.Ā
"Donāt." He said, "Iām only special within my squad. Iām probably the same rank as you. Got a name?"
She paused. So sheĀ hadnātĀ messed up? The thought relieved her a bit and she relaxed slightly? āEh? Y-you are?ā She sighed in relief. āThatās good. Oh, I uhā¦ā she blushed āI think I made a bit of a scene there, Iām sorryā¦ā
She blinked at his question. āAh, my nameās Isabel.ā She smiled a little āI-itās nice to meet you Moblit! Despite theā¦erā¦mishap before.ā She rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly.
"Hi, Isa." Moblit replied, "Itās no big deal. Once you hang around a while youāll realize everyone here is pretty much insane, so nobody really notices this little stuff.āĀ
He held out one hand, and then said, āIf those are reports for the Squad Leader I can definitely take them though. If youāre new, itādā¦ probably just be easier to let me handle her. I have experience. With her, I mean.ā
She blushed at the nickname. No had ever called her 'Isa' before. It was pretty. "Thanks..."She replied chuckling a little "I suppose everyone is a little crazy here..."Ā
She handed the forms to him. "H-here you go." She glanced down at her shoes. "W-what do you mean by 'easier'? I-is she harsh?" '
Isabel wandered aimlessly through the halls. She just wanted to find the mess hall and eat dinner. Why was she so bad with directions? She sighed in defeat, slumping against the castle wall. "There must be something wrong with my hippocampus or something." She muttered.
"Whatās aĀ hippocampus?" Levi asked from behind the odd girl. What was she doing just wandering the halls like this? "You must be lost, where are you headed?" He offered the new recruit a bit of help.
"Ah-the hippocampus is the part of the brain most directly associated with spacial relations and navigation which is why-" She turned to face the voice and froze. It was Levi.Ā Corporal Levi.Ā The actual humanity saving powerhouse Corporal Levi.Ā
"C-c-corporal?!" She squeaked. "I well, uh, Iā¦." She averted her eyes in embarrassment "yesiāmverylostactually.āĀ She sighed
"Mmh," He took a sip of the coffee in which he was holding. "Let me guessā¦ youāre looking for the mess hall? Come with me." He motioned for her to follow, then walked off without saying anything else.
"Y-yes I am sirā¦" She jogged up to walk by his side, twiddling her fingers. She had heard of Levi before she even enlisted in the military, and greatly admired the his strength and compassion, She couldnāt just outright say that could she? That would be weird.
"Just because you meet someone you admire doesnāt make them obligated to like you dumbass."Ā The cruel little voice in her head whispered. She would just follow him to the mess hall. That was the plan, just stay quiet.
"H-how do you drink your coffee?"
Dammit.
He stopped walking then turned and looked at her. Where had this question come from all of a sudden? Was she just trying to start a conversation with him? āYouāre an odd one, whatās your name?ā
She was immediately filled with regret. "I know that was really w-weird and came out of nowhere I'm sorry I-I'm just nervous and--" Her face resembled a cherry at this point, but she stopped herself and took a deep breath. "I-I'm Isabel Camus sir."
