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a muse tracker for everything characters ! written by mipsy !
bruce banner , intro , tags
jane , intro , tags
katniss everdeen , intro , tags
sirius black , intro , tags
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( lindsey morgan . she/her . hunger games . ) your name is KATNISS EVERDEEN. you’re TWENTY-EIGHT, and you’ve been in wayward valley for as long as you care to remember. occasionally, you catch glimpses of another life, and it looks like THE INSUFFERABLE RESPONSIBILITY OF BEING A SYMBOL, THE SMELL OF THE WOODS THAT FEELS LIKE HOME, BOW AND ARROWS NOTCHED BETWEEN CALLOUSED FINGERS — but it’s all in your head, surely. after all, your STRONG-WILLED, PROTECTIVE, HOSTILE, & IMPULSIVE disposition has found a life of sweet contentment here in town, as a FARMER. so why does it feel like something’s missing? ( mipsy . 21+ . she/her . cst . )
trauma tw (mention) , death tw , war tw (mention)
open starter: katniss everdeen location: wayward square
“ hey there, girl...” she spoke in a gentle tone, standing in front of her. hand brushing the horse’s forehead, down her long face, to her muzzle. it wasn’t unusual to see katniss, riding a horse into town. while she wouldn’t take every farm animal off her land into town, this horse here, actually enjoyed the townspeople and the walk. and katniss preferred a horse to a car. the thing is, katniss would only take her out to the town when she wanted to go or if it was an emergency. while she was used to it, every now and then it felt like a new stranger approached the woman and her horse, as if they’d never seen a horse before. katniss wasn’t one for attention, or pleasantries, but she couldn’t stop someone’s curiosity. so, once she felt eyes on her and a presence, it’s that hunter’s instinct, her gentle eyes rolled to the corner and were replaced with hostile ones. “ — she doesn’t bite.” she announced. but katniss might.
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she let out a breath of relief as the other didn’t seem to look annoyed or turn the other way. that was a good sign right ? better than a few people int he past had reacted, anyways. so that was nice itself. she fully turned herself around to face the other head on , a friendly smiled etched onto her lips. “ it’s not so much that something is wrong, it’s more along the lines of me trying to solve a … mystery you could say. ”
“ a mystery?” was she a detective? the woman looked a bit too young to be a detective, but this wasn’t his line of work. maybe detectives were coming younger these days, or maybe she was shadowing another detective for experience ─ but none of this made sense. was she really going to disclose information on a case to a random stranger? that didn’t sound like a detective. at least, not a good one. and when did a detective call a case a mystery? with spectacular enthusiasm like that? was bruce in trouble? bruce’s curiosity got the best of him, and he decided to hear her out. “ what kind of mystery?” he asked, brows knitted together and casually crossed his arms against his chest, skeptical. what ever happened in the sleepy town of wayward?
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Monica had just loaded up her car full of groceries and even though she wasn’t necessarily in a hurry, she thought it would be fun to play bowling with her cart. She stood a good ways away from the shopping cart return and let that baby fly……..only for it to veer to the right and hit a parked car. Monica’s eyes widened as she turned to the person nearest her. “Yeah I definitely didn’t mean to do that. $20 if you keep this under wraps and don’t snitch.”
bruce unfortunately ran into one of his student’s parents, on the way to the parking lot. the thing about a small community is, everybody knows their neighbors. teachers were no exception. and the painstaking thing about bruce was that he remembered all of his students, most of the time. so he’d want to give their parents a report on their kids, be honest with them, about their progress. most of the time they’d shoo him off when he started talking intellectual gibberish, and he was fine with that. he couldn’t even remember what he was looking for, at the grocery store, anymore. he just wanted to go home. when the parents seemed satisfied, bruce continued walking to his car when he saw a cart wheeled straight to his car. he stood, next to the woman who did it, and heard her offer, afterword. bruce just deeply frowned, staring at his car. “ ── but that’s my car.” he confessed. then the alarm went off.
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Ginger stood in the meat aisle of the store. The fluorescent lights were sickly white, unnatural, and she stared at the processed meat in sealed containers, the transparent plastic clinging to goosepimply chicken flesh and links of sausages in spirals. It made her feel nauseous. Last night, she’d dreamed about eating something again. Something that was still alive, still squirming. All she could remember was a high-pitched yelping sound, and the warm blood, and the bone-deep, aching, hunger and need.
She baulked a little, but hid it well with a swallow. “Pick up dinner for tonight, mom said,” she murmured to herself, moodily. “It won’t be totally freaking disgusting.” She’d never felt this way about meat before. She’d never given a shit before. But right then? She totally sympathised with the vegan hippies who had badges like meat is murder. All because of those dumb dreams.
jane was seen jogging through the grocery store, searching for the meat aisle. good thing she spent some time casually running the track back at university, she could’ve run track and field easily, but declined. she didn’t need any more trophies on her shelf. her twin sister was getting off work in an hour, and jane was supposed to make dinner tonight. but jane was running late, which wasn’t like one of wayward’s best uni students. she needed to prep, but she didn’t even know what she was making. maybe a quick run to the store for some meat, would do the trick. her own creative talents would do the rest.
in minutes, she was there. but a girl was standing in her way. she leaned back against a shelf, waiting for her to decide. jane didn’t have time for this. “ hey, zombie.” she called out, impatiently. “ are you buying meat or not? y’know what — whatever,” she groaned and purposely collided her shoulder against the other since she wasted her time, and stepped in front of her to grab some meat herself.
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( zendaya . she/her . twilight . ) your name is JANE. you’re TWENTY-ONE/THOUSANDS OF YEARS OLD, and you’ve been in wayward valley for as long as you care to remember. occasionally, you catch glimpses of another life, and it looks like BURNING AT THE STAKE, LOOKS THAT COULD KILL, ETERNITY NEXT TO YOUR TWIN AND BOOKS ON WITCHCRAFT but it’s all in your head, surely. after all, your GIFTED, DEVOTED, SADISTIC, & CALLOUS disposition has found a life of sweet contentment here in town, as a STUDENT/OCCULT SHOP EMPLOYEE. so why does it feel like something’s missing? ( mipsy . 21+ . she/her . cst . )
religion tw, burning tw, death tw
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looking over her notes , velma couldn’t help but to let out a sigh because something wasn’t adding up. but maybe, just maybe, it was because she wasn’t reaching out to other people right ? that had to be why her studies keep falling short. so she did the only reasonable thing she could think of. accosting some poor stranger while they’re trying to enjoy their morning cup of coffee in peace. “ hey ! can i ask you something if you have a moment ? ”
bruce wouldn’t call himself a coffee person, but it was impossible to deny the best cup of coffee in town, from BEANS. he grew up here, and whenever he needed a good cup of coffee, he only went to one place. he also liked the atmosphere. people didn’t talk very loud, most were on their laptops, which meant people left him alone. no social interaction, he liked that sometimes. it meant that he could concentrate on his work, allow the cogs in his brain to turn as rapidly as they wanted. bruce sat with his laptop open, coffee in the corner, eyes glued to the screen, when someone interrupted him. then the cogs suddenly, stopped. “ uh ── yes, yes,” he replied, and repeated, as he turned to face her with a hidden smile. “ what’s the problem?”
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👑 Do you think that your muse would make a good leader, or are they more of a follower?
you would think bruce would make a good leader, given his genius and logical way of thinking, compassion and tendency to help others. but, bruce is follower. between his own anxieties and awkward mannerisms, the pressures of being a leader would be too much for him. he’s not the best at pep talks, and sometimes he lacks in the social department. he still doubts himself, and doesn’t know what to do. he’s more of a leader with his students, doing something he knows how to do. but, bruce would agree: he’s more of a follower.
jane is safer as a follower, because she’d make a chaotic leader. she could do both, make a good follower and leader, if both groups were evil. jane only cares about herself and her sibling, and as long as they’re safe, she’ll do what she wants. say what she wants. even if it compromises the whole group. she doesn’t care. if anything, it’ll give jane a giggle with how much fun she’d have, hypothetically, wrecking havoc all over the town.
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( oscar isaac . he/him . marvel . ) your name is BRUCE BANNER. you’re FORTY and you’ve been in wayward valley for as long as you care to remember. occasionally, you catch glimpses of another life, and it looks like TWO PERSONALITIES FIGHTING FOR CONTROL, GLASSES SITTING ON RESEARCH NOTES, SHADES OF GREEN AND PURPLE — but it’s all in your head, surely. after all, your BRILLIANT, COMPASSIONATE, ANXIOUS, & SELF-LOATHING disposition has found a life of sweet contentment here in town, as a PROFESSOR. so why does it feel like something’s missing? ( mipsy . 21+ . she/her . cst . )
bullying tw, abuse tw (mention of physical, mental, and emotional), alcoholism tw, death tw
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💘 What does your muse look for in a lover? Is there anyone in their life currently which reflects these qualities?
🎓 What level of education does your muse have? If they are educated, what was their schooling like?
👩 What is your muse's mother like? Does your muse have a good relationship with her?
👨 What is your muse's father like? Does your muse have a good relationship with him?
👶 Would your muse be a good parent? Do they want to be a parent, if they are not already?
👪 Does your muse have any siblings? If so, do they get along with them?
🍔 What is your muse's favourite food?
👑 Do you think that your muse would make a good leader, or are they more of a follower?
💼 If your muse has a job, do they enjoy it? If they're currently unemployed, what is their dream career?
💍 Do you think your muse would ever get married? If so, what is their dream proposal?
👛 Is your muse wealthy? If so, what is their attitude towards people who are less well-off? If not, what is their attitude towards people who are wealthier than them?
🐱 Does your muse have any pets? If not, what pet would they really like?
🐝 Is there anything that your muse is allergic to?
🐛 Does your muse have any phobias?
☀ Is your muse a morning person or a night owl?
✨ Can your muse do any magic? If so, what can they do?
🌈 What are three wishes that your muse would make?
🎂 When is your muse's birthday? How do they celebrate it?
🎁 What kind of gifts does my muse buy for other people? Are they practical, expensive, inconsiderate, jokey, etc?
⛪ Is your muse religious? If so, what do they believe in?
🌌 Does your muse believe in extraterrestrial lifeforms?
🛁 What are your muse's cleanliness or self-presentation routines? Are they finicky about their appearance, or a total slob?
💊 Does your muse have any illnesses or injuries?
🔪 Is your muse good at fighting? Do they enjoy a fight, or have any violent tendencies?
🔮 Can your muse see into the future? If not, would they like to have this power?
🚬 Does your muse have any vices or bad habits?
“Do the Avengers pose a danger to society?” That was the question, Bruce. TONY STARK & BRUCE BANNER Marvel’s Avengers (2020)
‘He lived with them for a few decades. Described them as very refined. No respect for human life, of course, but respect for the arts and sciences at least. And the law. Above all, the law.’
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FOR ONCE, ASTORIA WAS HAPPY. The rays of the sun shone down on her, warming her skin in a way that she wasn’t exactly used to. Back home, she had adapted and become accustomed to the STORMY GREY SKIES and the perpetual downpour. But, here, it was warm and whenever she pleased, she could find herself on the beach, staring into the ocean. The sky was unusual, though, looking a bit different than she remembered. “Could you imagine a party on the beach ?” Her Irish accent melted in each word that came from her mouth, a tiny glimmer of a smile on her face. “I wonder if they’ve ever done that. Maybe just teenagers or something, having a bonfire. I imagine it’d be quite nice, though.”
FREEDOM. he’d traded four prison walls for the shore of ithaca’s beach. he remembered the day he arrived, and he knew he wouldn’t take his freedom for granted. he missed the sun, and the warmth against his skin. he missed the sea, the seabreeze and the cold water that seeped between his fingers and toes. he missed the CONTACT of another human being to touch, to have a conversation with. solitary confinement was cold, dark, lonely, and maddening. having the dementors around didn’t help either. but compared to that place, this place was paradise. one hundred times over. so, sirius found himself revisiting places like this, around ithaca, all the time. in order to not take it for granted. walking, he paused feet away from the other, snickering under his breath.“OH, that's cute,” he started, tone laced in sarcasm, tilting his head at her. “if bonfires are their idea of fun, then this place is more BORING than i thought.” the marauders made their own fun, he thought. even hogwarts had better spectacles, than this. “what? would you like to throw a party? because you’ve come to the right man.“
From beyond the shroud, SIRIUS BLACK of HARRY POTTER has arrived in Ithaca. Has anyone ever told you that you look quite a bit like ROB RACO except with a MARAUDER’S MAP WITH THE NAME PADFOOT ETCHED UPON IT, A JET-BLACK DOG WITH IT’S PAW PRINT PRESSED AGAINST A PRISON BAR, LONG BLACK HAIR EYE COLOR GREY AS THE MOON, & THE HOUSE OF GRYFFINDOR SYMBOL DOUSED IN BLACK vibe ? According to our records, you are 23 and identify as CISMALE with HE&HIM used to address you. You’ll find you’ve already been given a place to stay, so long as you’re working hard as a BARTENDER/CRIMINAL. And, what’s that, you DO remember BEING IMPRISONED IN AZKABAN? (sessho, 18+, she/her)
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