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Love Begins
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shark vs the universe
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we're not kids anymore.
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noise dept.
Cosmic Funnies

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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Lividity and Azune should exist in the same room. I don’t know why yet, but there’s something there
Eloin "man has never heard of a counteroffer" Greenleaf
(I'm finally sinking my teeth into dungeon masters. More Lividity content soon because I think she appears ep 4)
types of yearning sentence starters
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .
“ Don’t make me choose between my duty and you. ”
“ Duty demanded I leave you behind. My heart never did. ”
“ Even magic couldn’t erase what I feel for you. ”
“ I didn’t realise how much I missed you until you were standing right in front of me again. ”
“ I don’t care what it costs - just don’t walk away. ”
“ I hate how much I look for you in every competition. ”
“ I hate you… so why does it hurt when you look at someone else like that? ”
“ I hear your name in every whispered rumour and wish it were mine to claim. ”
“ I keep looking for you in places you’ve never been. ”
“ I kept that thing you gave me. I don’t know why. ”
“ I learned how to live without you. That doesn’t mean I wanted to. ”
“ I never deleted your number. ”
“ I never told you… but I think you knew. ”
“ I still have every letter you never meant for anyone to read. ”
“ I still remember how you take your coffee. ”
“ I think I loved you long before I knew what love was. ”
“ I think part of me will always belong to you. ”
“ I tried to forget you. I failed. ”
“ I was right there, and you still let me slip away. ”
“ I wonder if you ever think about what we could’ve been. ”
“ I would bargain with gods again if it meant keeping you. ”
“ I would tear the world apart just to have you back. ”
“ I would’ve stayed. I would’ve stayed for you. ”
“ If I asked you not to leave… would it change anything? ”
“ If I asked you to run away with me, would you? ”
“ If loving you is a mistake, I don’t want to be right. ”
“ If loving you is betrayal, then I’ve already crossed that line. ”
“ If you were anyone else, I wouldn’t hesitate to destroy you. ”
“ In another life - one without titles or expectations - I would have chosen you. ”
“ It hurts - wanting you this much when I know I shouldn’t. ”
“ It’s strange… how everything reminds me of you. ”
“ I’d choose you. Every time. Every version of this life. ”
“ I’m happy for you. I just wish it had been me. ”
“ I’ve memorised every weakness of yours… including the way you hesitate around me. ”
“ Just give me tonight. I won’t ask for anything else. ”
“ Maybe in another life, this would’ve worked. ”
“ Meet me where no one knows our names - just once more. ”
“ No one knows me like you do. That’s what scares me. ”
“ Say the word, and I’ll forget my place. Just this once. ”
“ Say the word, and I’m yours. I always was. ”
“ Sometimes I think I hear your voice in crowded rooms. ”
“ Take me with you. Anywhere - just not away from you. ”
“ Tell me to stay. Please - just this once. ”
“ Tell me why losing to you feels better than winning against anyone else. ”
“ There’s a space beside me that only ever felt like yours. ”
“ This was supposed to be simple - you, my enemy. Not… this. ”
“ We push each other to the edge—and I don’t know how to stop. ”
“ We were almost something. That’s what hurts the most. ”
“ We were never meant to stand on the same side - and yet here I am. ”
“ When did you stop being just my best friend? ”
“ When I reach the top, I want you there beside me. ”
“ Why wasn’t I enough to make you stay? ”
“ Winning doesn’t feel the same if you’re not there to see it. ”
“ You chose a life that didn’t have room for me in it. ”
“ You crossed my mind today. Like you always do. ”
“ You don’t even know what you do to me, do you? ”
“ You don’t get to come back and pretend nothing changed. ”
“ You feel like something I lost a long time ago. ”
“ You were in my dream again last night. ”
“ You were supposed to be my competition, not my weakness. ”
“ You were the one scandal I would have risked everything for. ”
“ You were the only thing tethering me to my humanity. ”
“ Your name almost slipped out - I had to bite my tongue. ”
“ You’re the one thing I can’t seem to let go of. ”
“ You’re the only thing that’s ever felt real to me. ”
“ You’re written into every prophecy I tried to escape. ”
the rocky horror picture show.
dialogue prompts from the rocky horror picture show (1975).
oh, i always cry at weddings.
we must have taken a wrong fork a few miles back.
i knew i should've gotten that spare tire fixed.
you just stay here and keep warm, and i'll go for help.
where will you go, in the middle of nowhere?
i think perhaps you'd better come inside.
it seems unhealthy here.
look, i'm cold, i'm wet, and i'm just plain scared!
i'm here. there's nothing to worry about.
it was a reasonable request, which you've chosen to ignore.
how forceful you are. such a perfect specimen of manhood. so dominant.
do you have any tattoos?
that's no way to behave on your first day out.
since you're such an exceptional beauty, i'm prepared to forgive you.
oh, i just love success.
i think we can do better than that.
don't be upset. it was a mercy killing.
he had a certain naïve charm, but no muscle.
it's alright. everything's going to be alright.
what's happening here? where's _____? where's anybody?
if only we were amongst friends. or sane persons.
you're hurt. did _____ do this to you?
here, i'll dress your wounds.
i hope you're adaptable.
i happen to know a great deal about a lot of things.
i made you, and i can break you just as easily.
under the circumstances, formal dress is to be optional.
a toast to absent friends.
quake with fear, you tiny fool.
a little mindfuck can be nice.
my god, i can't stand any more of this.
you chew people up, and then you spit them out again.
i loved you. do you hear me? i loved you.
you're like a sponge. you take, take, take, and drain others of their love and emotion.
it's not easy, having a good time.
even smiling makes my face ache.
loyalty such as yours shall not go unrewarded.
when the mood takes me, i can be quite generous.
wait. i can explain.
how sentimental.
i'm sorry if you found my words misleading.
say goodbye to all of this, and hello to oblivion.
they didn't like me. they never liked me.
a decision had to be made.
you're okay by me.
Elowin in Dungeon Masters. Prequel or continuation of the oneshot?? Will Alex show up to guest and give us more Lividity? Will she finally get her revenge against the guy who disabled her? Will they make out?
The bdsm archetype quiz that's going around
My muse is under hypnosis!
Send ☒ for them to obey your muse!
CONTINUED FROM HERE / @lividithree
IF LIVIDITY FELT DISGUSTED by the evidence of his appetite, Puck did not notice -- not at first. Common decencies such as wiping one's mouth before locking lips with another were unfamiliar, & largely irrelevant for a man who devoured who he killed & killed who he kissed, all actions leading to the same results in the end.
But Lividity was special. For now, at least, they were special. They were tasted but not dined upon. Their flavor grew sweeter the longer it was savored.
❝ I am perfectly nice to everyone. ❞ His grin was a bloody display of fangs, revealing just how nice he truly was. ❝ But, with you, I can be tame. If that is what you mean. ❞
Tamely, as if to prove himself, he allowed her to guide his hand rather than biting hers for assuming control. Tamely, he obeyed. His clawed fingers trailed down the familiar path of her body with practiced care ; they knew just which itches to scratch.
It was only when his mouth moved to hover over their bare skin that Puck hesitated, registering finally Lividity's words for what they were. His eyes flicked up to their face, a rare flash of something akin to insecurity across his own.
❝ You disapprove of the grave's taste ? Does Murder's Son need a mint, perhaps ? ❞
Tame. Lividity almost rolled their eyes at that, though they managed to suppress the urge. He wasn't exactly tame with her ever, unless he considered not killing her to be tame. It wasn't too unbelievable that he did, since it seemed the Bhaalspawn preferred to have his dinner after a fuck, rather than the other way around. Perhaps they were lucky the Three had shown enough interest in her continued service to them that she was off the menu.
"The taste is one thing. It's another if your mouth still has blood on it if it's venturing any lower than my stomach," she replied, a slight sneer on her lips— a bit of a bad habit in moments of displeasure, even with Puck. All the same, she wouldn't be taking her words back. No anonymous gore would touch certain regions of her body, tonight or ever. There were certain lines she had absolutely no intention of crossing. The sneer on her face turned to a smirk, the hand in his hair moving to trace along his jaw. "So, darling, less a mint and more... have a sip of water or wine before your clever tongue tries much else."
conclave from the 2024 film. alter as needed.
do you think that anybody would mind if i took that, as a keepsake?
i know this is hard for you.
you know how rumor spreads.
it seems the responsibility falls upon you.
seal the room.
is this really necessary?
they say eavesdroppers can use lasers to read the vibrations of the glass.
i'm sorry to fuss.
i'd say this is a pretty fair vision of hell.
don't be blasphemous.
that'd be too much to hope for.
let's stay out here and get some fresh air.
have you seen the papers?
you are more worthy than any of us.
i could never live with myself.
sorry, my train was delayed.
we've missed you.
no one is ever well at our age.
apparently pope john the 23rd was too fat to fit into the biggest cassock, so they had to split the seam at the back for him to get in.
you look tired.
this is a duty i thought i'd never have to perform.
i haven't got time to hear your confession.
have you been drinking?
what's troubling you? tell me.
i should have come to you before, but i promised not to say anything.
oh, and you see it as your duty to prevent that, do you?
i don't think we have any choice.
bless us, oh lord, and these, your gifts, which we are about to receive from your bounty.
you look anxious.
the abyss calls out.
why do i feel like a cow being priced by the farmer?
it is tomorrow night that the real work begins.
listen, you don't have to do anything. just leave it to us.
i stand for never returning to the days of families of ten children because mama and papa didn't know any better.
i have no intention of concealing my views or pretending to be anything other than i am.
the men who are dangerous are the ones who do want it.
i'm enjoying all this mystery.
what? that's absurd.
do you want a coffee?
i don't know. i'm just trying to make sense of this.
you're a manager. manage.
let me speak from the heart for a moment.
certainty is the great enemy of unity, and the deadly enemy of tolerance.
our faith is a living thing precisely because it walks hand-in-hand with doubt.
please make sure your handwriting is legible.
it's the kind of thing the press like to get hold of.
my spanish is quite poor.
i love turtles. they're so clever.
may i call you [first name]?
i only mention it to illustrate my point.
i had no idea you were so ambitious.
that's a ridiculous thing to say.
i thought we had your support.
it is a war! and you have to commit to a side.
save your previous doubts for your prayers.
you can't seriously believe that i have the slightest desire.
deny it if you like, but search your heart and then tell me it isn't so.
well, i take it something happened.
there's been an explosion.
it's too late for all that.
please sit, my child. how are you feeling?
i want you to understand that, first of all, you are not in any kind of trouble.
it's important you tell me anything that is in your heart or that is troubling you. can you do that for me? it will go no further than this room.
that sounds ominous.
i am the victim of a disgraceful plot to ruin my reputation.
it was a lapse.
i sensed the presence of the holy spirit this morning, i swear it.
do not use this to ruin me. please, i beg you.
there is no hope.
i know you to be a good man.
will you pray with me?
whatever it was, it can't have been serious.
it's not my job to go hunting for secrets.
let god's will be done.
i feel as if i'm at some american political convention.
it isn't over yet.
shh! we take the point.
we're mortal men. we serve an ideal.
this is sad. i shall pray for you.
i deny that accusation.
it isn't libel, it's the truth!
you should be careful. your own ambition has not gone unnoticed.
this might be seen as a tactic to blacken the name of a rival.
i shall pretend this conversation never took place.
put them back, or burn them.
stay clear of this, leave it to me.
i'm willing to handle the consequences.
oh, don't be naive!
you lack courage.
although i am supposed to be invisible, i was nevertheless given eyes and ears.
judas. traitor.
that firm hand of yours has its admirers.
i've come to ask for your forgiveness.
it's shameful to be this age and still not know yourself.
no one was seriously hurt. some cuts, that's all.
you should be ashamed.
do not touch me!
with respect, what do you know about war?
the thing you're fighting is here, inside each and every one of us.
these last few days we have shown ourselves to be small petty men.
the church is not tradition. the church is not the past. the church is what we do next.
i wonder if i could have a word in private.
it was a very dark time for me.
i am what god made me.
perhaps it is my difference that will make me more useful.
i know what it is to exist between the world's certainties.
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 ?
sea water.
being loved by you is like diving into the ocean. it’s a limitless, deep feeling. it’s scary but soothing at the same time. it burns on open wounds, but it’s what makes them heal too. it’s a taste that lingers on your lips, so unexpectedly good. you crave deep, intellectual connection. maybe you’re not good with words, expressing your feelings might not come easily for you. it's your actions and attention that let them know, they feel seen and heard. your primary love language is probably acts of service, small little things, like untangling your lover’s jewelry without them asking, that when added up speak volumes. like the impression that the sea gives with its vastness, you also might seem distant, inaccessible; but that’s just the way you are, a little cold, right? your lover probably got scared at the beginning, it had to adapt to it by taking little steps at the time before confidently leaving the shore behind. you crave peace and stillness, because you know how an agitated sea can be frightening even for the most experienced sailors. it looks so quiet but your love can get loud, like the roaring sea. you hate fighting. you’re always scared the waves might get too big, too tall to overcome; that your lover might run away, unable to contain and hold you. you’re not asking to be tamed; just to be trusted, to be stayed with even when the waters rise. you wish nothing but hold them tight and be their lullaby, to rock them as if they were asleep on a floating mattress, gently carried by the waves, drifting slowly towards the center of your heart.
Tagged by: stolen from @bloodtwin
Tagging: YOU
Get it off your chest. Send my muse an anonymous confession that's been bothering yours for a long time. I can't say anything...only publish.
ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.
EVERYDAY LIFE / DOMESTIC
📋 : how organized is your muse?
✅ : what do they pretend to have together that they don't?
🕰️ : what time do they naturally wake up when no one needs them?
☕ : what's their morning ritual, and what happens when it's disrupted?
🧺 : how often do they do laundry?
🪞 : do they look at themselves in mirrors, or avoid them? why?
🍽️ : do they eat to survive, for pleasure, or as comfort?
🏠 : what part of their living space reflects them the most?
🌱 : do they keep plants, and are those plants alive?
🧼 : what's something they're weirdly particular about being clean?
📺 : what do they put on when they don't want to think?
SOCIALIZATION / CONNECTION
🗣️ : are they better one-on-one, or in groups?
📱 : do they text back immediately, or let messages rot?
🫥 : how often do they pretend to be fine to keep the peace?
🎭 : how different are they with strangers versus people they trust?
🤝 : do they make friends easily, or accidentally?
🧠 : what do they assume people think about them?
🌘 : how hard is it to really know them?
🎉 : do they enjoy social events, or endure them?
🪑 : are they the type to leave early without saying goodbye?
INTROSPECT / INTERNAL LANDSCAPE
🕵️♀️ : how often does your muse think about death?
🧩 : what part of themselves do they not understand yet?
🫀 : what emotion scares them the most?
👣 : do they believe they deserve good things?
🧱 : what walls are they aware of building? which ones are they not aware of?
🕳️ : what do they spiral about at night?
📉 : what's their most common self-criticism?
💀 : do they trust their own memories?
🌊 : what emotion do they drown in when they're alone?
PERSONAL / DEEP / TRAUMA-ADJACENT
🩸 : what wound shaped them the most, even if they won't admit it?
🔥 : what moment do they replay when they're ashamed?
🧷 : who failed them first?
🕯️ : what do they grieve that no one else sees as a loss?
🪤 : what pattern do they keep falling back into?
🧨 : what pushes them past the point of restraint?
🧬 : what did they inherit emotionally from their caregivers?
🕶 : what lie do they tell themselves to survive?
🩹 : what actually helps them heal, even if it's unhealthy?
HABITS / VICES / COPING
🚬 : what vice do they justify the most?
🍺 : do they drink to socialize, numb, or celebrate?
💊 : what's their relationship with substances, past or present?
🏃 : do they move their body to feel alive or to punish it?
🛏️ : how do they sleep when things are bad?
🎧 : what kind of music gets them through the worst days?
🖊️ : do they write things down or let thoughts rot in their head?
☔️ : do they intellectualize pain instead of feeling it?
🕳️ : what habit would unravel them if taken away?
SEXUALITY / INTIMACY
🫠 : is it easy for them to get turned on, or do they need emotional safety first?
💞 : do they separate sex and feelings, or blur them dangerously?
🛑 : what's an immediate turn-off for them?
🔥 : do they crave intensity or stability?
🤲 : do they like being in control, or giving it up?
🪶 : are they gentle with people they desire?
🍒 : how do they feel about their own body during intimacy?
🎱 : what do they need to feel wanted?
🔒 : do they guard intimacy, or give it too freely?
💔 : have they ever used sex to avoid something?
MORALITY / CHOICES
⚖️ : what line will they never cross?
🩶 : what line have they already crossed and justified? or regret?
🧭 : do they believe they're a good person?
🔪 : what would they do if survival demanded cruelty?
🪙 : what do they value more, loyalty or truth?
🚪 : who would they abandon if forced to choose?
🕊️ : do they believe in forgiveness? for themselves? in others?
🧨 : what would make them snap permanently?
📜 : what promise do they regret making?
🪦 : what hill would they die on?
sometimes i’m jealous of that girl. ugh - to feel so invincible again. (lividithree)
Raising his gaze, Occtis looked over at Lividity, following their eyeline to see just who they were talking about. It took him a moment of scanning over the not too densely populated crowd of this small, roadside tavern they had found themselves in before he spotted her. She seemed hard to miss now that Occtis was watching her. She was human. Young. Confident. Alive. The smile on her face, a large, cunning grin, seemed to draw in at least half the tavern. She seemed unbreakable, like nothing could bring her down and nothing would.
A glance back to Lividity. “What changed?” He asked her. It was a loaded question, he knew. One that Occtis didn’t entirely expect a complete answer to, but it slipped from him before he could make the move to stop it. But he was curious; curious enough to not want to take the question back before he regretted it. He wanted to know, however the little question was interpreted. Occtis stared at the young woman across the tavern. He had never felt that confidence, that unafraid joy and assurance. It made him wonder what it was like, and it made him wonder what could take that feeling of invincibility away.
The would-be knight frowned into her wine, as if the bottom of the glass would provide her with an answer to the question... at least an answer that didn't sound pathetic. By all accounts, she shouldn't have even been here, and neither should he. He was meant to be dead, under his family's control, and her family has been sloughed off after the accusation of serving two masters. Maybe she should have hated him for that, for his family's cruelty that only led to her own family taking it out on their imperfect child. She rolled her eyes, the glass eye not as easily following the pattern of the natural. "I think I was struck down just as I was coming into my own."
A surprisingly genuine admission, something she wouldn't tell anyone so easily... but Occtis was different, wasn't he? Lividity knew he was, that the same undying force from beyond chose him. Myrkul did not let them die from their wounds, and brought him back in a similar way. If anyone would understand, it'd be him. "I thought I had everything figured out, then some bastard shot my eye out. They say we don't have healers like we did before the Shapers' died, and I believe them. It still hurts." She turned her head briefly to the beautiful human girl, a sneer crossing her lips. "She's never known that kind of pain. Or the fear of death. That's what makes us different from them. ...I don't know if it makes us better, but it certainly did something."
A nod, small, slight, at her answer. It made sense, he realized. It hadn’t been how he perceived the confident joy of the young woman, but now that it had been said aloud, he couldn’t stop perceiving it in that way. He understood what they meant. Occtis had never really felt as though he had figured everything out in life, or if he was nearing that before everything changed. Now, though, looking back, perhaps he was closer to achieving knowing himself than he thought. It did not matter, either way because it did still hurt. It hurt so much. And he knew so much of that same feeling resided in Lividity.
Occtis turned back to the young woman, and when he looked now, he looked at her differently. There was so much that the two of them had gone through that she might never even get close to experiencing. Her life seemed perfect from afar, and that was a fact that likely was untrue, but the way she smiled so easily, the way light and life reflected in her eyes, meant she did not know pain like they did. She did not know the feeling of trying to desperately try and claw away from pain or the threat of death. Did that make them better? No, it didn’t feel that way. How could it? Knowing pain and fear so intimately could not make a person better than another. Occtis wondered if that made her better because she remained so happy, so unaffected, or whether it made her naive and inexperienced in life.
“It did so much,” he agreed quietly, after a long moment of silence. The two of them were the same, but they were also very different. Lividity was strong, terrifying. She was fierce. He.. was not. “Do you wish..” he hesitated, unsure of whether he should ask. “Do you wish you could feel that way again? Truly.. Fully?”
Lividity would not say aloud how she'd been struggling on this journey. She'd been shoulder to shoulder with a fellow vassal, one who seemed to understand her but still looked at her the way everyone did. He looked at her like she was a monster. The druid was kind enough, but she too was wary of traveling with a fiend who served a death idol; there would be no way of breaching the idea that it was Myrkul who saved Occtis... as for the mourning devotee of Sylandri... the rogue didn't want to touch that subject.
If the goddess had been so good, why did her blessings fail? How could a dead deity curse her followers?
"I may have had myself figured out, but I was just a thief. What slight meaning I carved out for myself still amounted to nothing." It was said matter of fact, as if they resigned themselves to that much, even if the pull between life and death still managed to allude them overall. Her eyes went to the girl once more, finding herself mirroring her movement, gathering her hair to rest upon one shoulder. A few strands snagged upon one of Lividity's horns. "If it hadn't been for that night, I'd not met Myrkul. ...who would not have sent me to you. I think I can hate the ones who hurt me without regretting where I am."
She bit her tongue before she called him a miracle or anything else so trite, that he'd heard seven times a day since his return to the living. What was there to say that hadn't been said already or wouldn't be seen as lunatic ramblings?
♥ ♥♥ ♥♥♥
^ all of the above? :3
Send me a ♥ for a kiss! Send me a ♥♥ for an even deeper kiss! Send me a ♥♥♥ for more then a kiss~
He tasted like meat. Even for someone who relished blood on her hands, this was a bit much for her. And yet, the rogue was still kissing him, a pointed tongue licking along the birthmark on his lip. Lividity likely would have told any other lover to wash their mouth out before going after them, but they supposed that Puck got special privileges as a chosen. At least right now. They'd need to feed him a bit more wine tonight if he had plans of his mouth being anywhere else on her.
Lividity grabbed one of Puck's hands, a large paw held in dexterous fingers, and guided it along her body. He was smart enough, and they'd done this enough times now that he knew what she liked... and yet, they couldn't help themselves. The purple skin of her stomach was taut as she held onto her breath, as if she needed to stay perfectly still in his grasp. Mismatched eyes fluttered closed a moment, and her unoccupied claw went into his hair. "I hope you plan to be nicer to me than whoever sent you here tasting like the grave."
seven deadly sins headcanons
because i'm tired of sinday memes being all about sex. send a category + a number. warning: some of the questions in the lust section are nsft. that's why it's at the bottom.
gluttony - - -
what could your muse eat all the time without ever getting tired of it?
a feast of all your muse's favorite foods is laid out in front of them. what's on the menu?
is your muse the type to leave the last bit of food for someone else, or to take it for themselves before someone else can claim it?
does your muse frequently overeat?
does your muse go back for seconds? thirds? fourths?
how many meals and snacks does your muse eat in a day?
what are your muse's go-to beverages?
does your muse drink enough water?
does your muse drink many sugary drinks, like soda or juice?
is your muse a heavy (alcohol) drinker? if so, what do they drink? in what situations do they drink? do they know their limits? do they stop at their limit, or go past it?
is your muse addicted to caffeine? if so, what is their preferred caffeinated beverage?
does your muse have a sweet tooth?
greed - - -
what does your muse collect, if anything?
is your muse prone to hoarding anything?
what is your muse's financial situation? what are their financial goals?
is money important to your muse? why or why not?
how much money does your muse keep in their checking account at any given time? if your muse keeps cash, how much do they usually have in their wallet? does your muse carry coins around? what is the limit on their credit card, if they have one? do they have multiple credit cards?
does your muse have good savings habits? how much do they currently have saved up?
is your muse prone to shopping sprees? if so, what do they usually indulge in buying?
is your muse in debt? if so, are they managing it well, or are they struggling?
would your muse throw others under the bus/step on others if it meant they could find more success/make more money?
would your muse steal anything?
wrath - - -
does your muse like to get revenge on those they feel have wronged them?
how does your muse handle anger? do they have anger issues? how do they manage or vent their anger?
does your muse believe in karma?
did your muse get into fights as a kid? do they get into fights as an adult? if your muse never got into fights before, would they in the name of self defense?
what, if anything, provokes your muse to violence?
does your muse believe that violence can solve some problems? or are they more a "violence is never the answer" type? somewhere in-between?
does your muse destroy things for fun, or to let off steam?
was your muse a bully? or were they bullied themselves?
has your muse ever considered murdering someone? or have they actually gone through with murdering someone?
does your muse enjoy hurting others, whether it be physically or emotionally?
pride - - -
does your muse believe they are the best at everything, even if that belief is unwarranted?
in what areas might your muse be a little overconfident? are they overconfident in the sense that they don't have the skills to back it up, or in the sense that they do have the skills but they are obnoxious in their confidence?
does your muse accept responsibility for their actions when they have done something wrong?
is your muse comfortable with apologizing to others?
does your muse feel remorse? if so, how do they express it?
has your muse every blown off preparing for something because they were confident they could complete the task without preparation? if so, what was the situation?
is your muse prone to bragging? what do they brag about?
does your muse look down on others they perceive as being "not as good" at things as they are?
sloth - - -
on what day(s) does your muse feel most lazy? at a specific time of day, or all day?
is your muse prone to procrastination?
what chores/responsibilities does your muse avoid doing at all costs?
how many hours of sleep does your muse get? do they feel rested after, or are they still tired?
once your muse gets started doing something important, do they drag their feet, take many breaks, and ultimately prolong the task? or do they work as quickly as possible, at the sacrifice of a quality job? or do they work efficiently without sacrificing quality?
does your muse put on real clothes every day, or only if they have to go out?
if your muse could get away with wearing pajamas all day every day, would they?
does your muse complain about responsibilities a lot?
is your muse the type to get up on time on their own or with an alarm? are they the type to hit snooze over and over?
envy - - -
does your muse get jealous easily, or does it take a lot for them to feel it?
what kinds of things does your muse get jealous about?
does your muse compare themselves to others often? if so, how does it affect them?
lust - - -
is your muse sexually active? if so, how often do they have sex? how many partners do they typically have at one time? if not, why not?
what is your muse's sexuality? if asexual, are they sex favorable, sex indifferent, or sex repulsed?
is your muse vanilla, or are they kinky? if kinky, what are their top three kinks, and why do they like them? if vanilla, what position(s) does your muse have sex in?
what sex-related words turn your muse on? what words make them cringe?
does your muse masturbate? if so, how often, and how do they get themselves off? if not, why not?
does your muse have high, medium, or low libido?
is sex compatibility a dealbreaker for your muse in a relationship? why or why not?
how does your muse feel about one-night-stands?
what was your muse's first time having sex like? who was it with, why did they choose that person, where did it take place, how old were they, and what happened?
❝ there is an idea of puck, but there is no ‘real me.’ ❞
"I'm not sure I can say there's a real Lividity either," she replied slowly, as if testing the waters at a stream's edge. It wasn't as if she was lying, but perhaps it was opposite what Puck was saying to her. She was real, and yet the name she'd given herself sometimes scratched against her skin; there had been a girl that lived before her, a girl that was her in every way... but the name she was called was dead. It was with that knowledge that Lividity didn't always fit quite right. "Is there nothing about you that feels real? Even with all you've created?"