your own personal demiurge

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Billy: I promise I won’t make a pact with a demon.

Teddy: I don’t completely believe you, but that’s okay.

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“I get anxiety. I don’t think I’m good enough. I don’t like myself, even though I know – rationally, I know – doesn’t matter. I have bad days. Bad thoughts. And sometimes… sometimes, yeah. They’re hard to fight. But I don’t let them win every day.”

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If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

People love you! Believe them, and let them.

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If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

I’m assuming I can’t just say his magic, because… I totally want his magic.

I hope it doesn’t sound egotistical to say that I think Billy and I are very much alike personality-wise, but I do wish I had his tenacity. I feel I’m much more timid and prone to giving up on things that challenge me than he is.

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questions for the mun, regarding the muse.

What makes you the most emotional about your muse?

What made you decide to write this muse?

If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?

If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

What do you love about your muse?

What do you hate about your muse?

What about your muse amuses you?

What about your muse makes you sad?

How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

Why do you think you connect to your muse?

What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

[come up with your own question for the mun, regarding the muse]

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Put one of these in my askbox and I’ll answer about my character!

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captain america and major awkward :: steve & billy

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He knew the second that Billy made that small noise that he had made the connection. He sighed softly and ran a hand through his hair, easily forcing a little smile. It wasn’t even that he didn’t want Billy knowing that he needed help, he wasn’t above asking for help. He just wasn’t very keen on the whole world knowing that they didn’t quite know what to do with Bucky. That would cause panic, and the country already didn’t trust Buck enough.

Though he couldn’t quite hide how quickly his face fell when Billy said he couldn’t help. He didn’t know what to say for a moment, so a silence fell upon them as Steve thought of the right thing to say. He couldn’t get emotional over this, it was unprofessional and unfair of him to pull Billy into something that he didn’t feel comfortable doing. But on the other hand….

“You can’t do anything? Even if it’s just minor?” he asked quietly. “It doesn’t have to happen all at once. It could be a couple of sessions or something, I… I just want him back. I’ll take whatever you can give us. I just don’t know what else to do.” He instantly felt guilty for throwing all of this on Billy’s shoulders. He shouldn’t have given him all of this responsibility and pressured him into it. Now if something went wrong, Steve would blame himself.

“But if you’re really not comfortable, we can figure something else out.” he said after a moment, putting his hands in his pockets with a small smile.

Oh no. Ohhhhh no. Billy could’ve guessed, but this was proving it: genuine Captain America disappointment was absolutely a hundred times worse than any kind of parental disappointment he’d ever experienced.

“I mean… “ Billy let out a breath, barely shaking his head as he rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously, other hand stuffed deep in his pocket as they kept wandering the path. “I’m not saying I wouldn’t be willing. I just would want you and… this person to know the dangers, and all. Maybe if I could meet with them, and uh… I dunno. Talk it out. If he-- that person. Would be okay with it, or… would even want to.”

He glanced hesitantly up at Steve, but there was no fear in that look; only some poorly contained hope tinged with excitement. Billy didn’t feel like he had anything to fear from the Winter Soldier -- at least, not yet. He only didn’t want to be invasive, as he had the frequent tendency to be. No one even knew where the Winter Soldier was, but Billy wasn’t going to be in the least surprised if at least Steve Rogers did.

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speech skill increased to level 20 :: tommy & billy

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Tommy was surprised by the offer, but he accepted the controller. Hey, this could be fun. They were just two normal brothers with normal hobbies. Besides, he’d been really good at MarioKart when the team was still hanging out in the warehouse, this should be basically the same right?

“Hey, I bet I can do better than you. Skyrim’s the one with the portals, right?” Tommy asked, looking at the controller with a frown. “How do I run?” he asked, trying to move and accidentally opening up the menu. “Just—hold on, give me a minute,” he said, managing to make the character move and then immediately pitching him off the side of a cliff. Tommy watched the screen intently while the death animation played. “Is that good?”

“I mean, it… could be worse,” Billy figured, unable to suppress a slow grin as he watched the character ragdoll its way down the rocky mountainside. “I’ve done plenty of that when I get impatient and don’t want to use the actual path down the mountain but misjudge the distance when I jump.”

As Billy’s well-armored character arrived in a jumbled heap of limbs and weaponry at the bottom of the mountain, he put one hand over his heart and delivered a solemn eulogy. “Here lies Beleg Cúthalion, Dovahkiin, last of his kind. He is survived by his werewolf husband, war dog, and demon horse, and probably didn’t have the best depth perception. Rest in pieces.” As if on cue, the loading screen briefly appeared before resetting the character at the top of the mountain, none the worse for wear.

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When he was younger, Billy saw a magician swallow a penny and pull it out of his assistant’s ear. Billy enthusiastically swallowed a penny to replicate the trick, but had to wait a little longer for the payoff.

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He’s super-glued no fewer than five or six miniatures to his fingertips, but never seems to learn enough to try and figure out a different way to do things.

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Billy tried to use his magic to clean his room when he was exceptionally tired one night, but slurred his words and summoned some kind of off-world demon instead.

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He once dressed for a mission so quickly that he didn’t realize his outfit was inside-out the entire time.

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Billy hates being barefoot at home. He has an assortment of cushy house socks and slippers.

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in need of moderation :: darcy & billy

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“Nerd. Hm….Campy maybe? Or you can be a cosplay Queen.” She mumbled, rubbing her chin dramatically as she thought. “Or you know, we’ll just make our own kind of queen! The Billy kind!”

She nodded quickly at his question, a full out grin forming on her face. “Of course I would! I like making stuff. Kinitting, sewing, baking. I’m kinda good at it. God knows I couldn’t go to school for it, but I love doing it in my past time.” Quickly, she pulled her phone out, flicking through pictures until she found a few of her designs. “I’ll make you something like this if you want? Except maybe… you know…with the cape. I’ve always wanted to make something out of it, and I’m sure I could steal another one eventually…”

“Holy shit,” Billy replied simply as he took a look at the picture she offered, a grin spreading across his face as he leaned in close. “Is that sacrilegious? … do I care? I can’t even wrap my brain around wearing a gown made out of an Asgardian cape.”

He tucked his feet under him and leaned his elbows on the edge of the big chair to keep close to Darcy, still grinning like they had a ridiculous secret -- which, they kind of did. “Is that what you do for a living? I know you said you didn’t go to school for it, but. If you can make something like that --” Billy gestured to the photo. “-- it doesn’t look like you needed to.”

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captain america and major awkward :: steve & billy

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Steve smiled lightly at him stumbling over his words and glanced down at his feet. He knew his presence as Captain America meant a lot to a whole bunch of people. He understood what the symbol of him as a person gave people. But it was always slightly awkward whenever anyone doted over him. He was still just human after all, and it felt strange to be this deity to some people.

But he knew Billy was harmless, he was just excited. So he smiled gently and shook his head. “You never know. And please, call me Steve. The only person who calls me Captain Rogers is Tony when he’s being a dick.” he said with a small smile.

He watched the way Billy looked at him, finding it more endearing than creepy and looked around, making sure no one was looking at them before nodding to the little pond near them. “Wanna take a walk? I’ve got some stuff I want to talk to you about.” he said with a little smile before starting to walk.

It was a weird subject to bring up, but Steve wasn’t really one to be subtle so he just cut straight to the point. “So, I read your file. I know you can do stuff to alter the way people view reality, and get in their heads about… whatever. Say someone had their head all jumbled up and was having a hard time deciphering what was real or not… could you help them straighten out their head?” he asked. He didn’t want to use Bucky’s name, but if Billy was as big of a fanboy as it seemed he was, Steve assumed that Billy would be able to make the connection.

Billy grabbed his bag and threw it over one shoulder, hurrying to fall into step beside Steve and walk with him along the path towards the pond. Lots of practice keeping pace with Teddy was also super helpful to him here. He listened with rapt attention and frequent nodding, but when Steve rounded out the sentence his eyebrows shot up, and he let out an “oh” that was little more than an exhale -- and probably illustrated to Steve that Billy had swiftly made said connection.

Other than that quiet noise, Billy didn’t respond for quite a long moment, lost in thought as he walked and started to chew at the corner of his lip, eventually shaking his head. “Sir, I-- Steve,” he corrected, though the name came out with some awkwardness, like it tasted weird to him. “I gotta be honest with you, it’s not something I like to mess around with. I only really have with myself, and my own… issues,” Billy finished delicately, with absent consideration for what of that might or might not be in his file. They probably had access to his medical records, right?

He shook his head to clear it. “What I mean is… yeah, I can do some of that stuff, but I just… I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to try and help this… totally 100% hypothetical someone, and do more bad than good. Y’know?”

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uncertain origins :: erik & billy

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Erik hated having to sneak into the mansion just to see his friend. Charles asked for an occasional visit from the master of magnetism for a number of reasons ranging from needing Erik’s help in certain scenarios to needing someone to vent to. Charles knew he had other students he could talk to, like Scott or Ororo, but no one quite understood the way Erik did. With Erik being semi-retired these visits kept him sane. That didn’t mean coming here was ever easy.

The most obvious obstacle was the mob outside the school’s gate. They were easy enough to deal with, but Erik had to stop himself from flinging bits of sharp metal at them. The second obstacle was having Charles block Erik’s presence from every student. No one consciously saw him enter or exit the building, which was for the best considering Erik’s notoriety. This all happened with some regularity, and Erik would sit down in one of the plush leather chairs in Charles’ office as though he belonged there. He did once, but that was a lifetime ago.

Charles picked up on his brief sentimentality. “Bit nostalgic today, are we?” Erik rolled his eyes. “Any chance of you ever not being in my head?” “I can’t help it that your thoughts are so loud,” Charles said with a small chuckle. Erik just stood up and fixed himself a drink, grumbling a half-hearted insult into his glass. He fixed another glass for Charles, but stopped at seeing the blank and thoughtful expression on the telepath’s face. “Something wrong?” he asked quietly. Charles just shook his head. “No… Just a new visitor… And a hesitant one at that.”

A smirk slowly grew on Erik’s face. “Well? Go on then, be God’s gift to mutant kind and welcome that poor soul in.” Charles gave his friend a look before focusing his attention on the hesitant young man lingering outside of his home. “Hello, William. My name is Charles Xavier. Don’t be alarmed, I assure you that I’m not poking around in your mind. I’ve just temporarily linked our minds so that we could talk for a bit. Would that be alright?” Charles was still as he spoke to William. Erik sat quietly, relying on Charles’ micro expressions to tell him how the talk with the hesitant young man was going.

Billy had just about made up his mind to head back to the city and was turning heel to head down the paved walkway when there was a warm-toned voice in his head. He gasped loudly enough that a couple of the students milling nearby gave him an odd look.

“Whoa. This is… “ He realized he didn’t have to talk out loud, and indeed that he probably shouldn’t, if he wanted to avoid even stranger looks. Billy hesitated, then tried again, screwing his face up slightly for the effort.

“Yeah, that’s… definitely alright. I’m… I’m Billy Kaplan, but-- you already know that, because of course you do, you’re Charles Xavier,” Billy admonished himself, trying to get his thoughts together. “I mean, Professor Xavier. I’m sorry, I don’t… mean to be trespassing, or showing up unannounced, I just… “ He hesitated again, swallowing hard and still white-knuckling the strap of his bag. “I was hoping someone could help me. I have… questions.”

That was the understatement of the century.