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[sculsilvered]

SCULSILVERED.

private sideblog to @gildead ft. silver and lyra (from gold's verses). written by vetra. 18+, same content warnings apply as main blog.

read first/rules. silver. lyra.

[tetramulti]

It's his blog-iversary tomorrow! What are you getting him?

Killed

Killed

Voting ended onJun 7, 2025

[sculsilvered]

Third option.

A second swift kick in the balls.

[sculsilvered]

god. y'all should be glad silver hasn't seen the newer logs yet because what do you mean wesker's stooped to making fun of his height/build now

[sculsilvered]

"I'm the only one allowed to bully my rival around here, you old fuck."

[thetravelershub]

“I’m not scared of him, anymore.”

Very… convincing, Omino. Definitely hadn’t said that loud enough so Ronnie in the background could just so happen to overhear and give some form of approval, no. (Ronnie has his earbuds in, he can’t hear this kid.)

“Next time I’m gonna kick him.”

[sculsilvered]

"Sorry, kid, doesn't work." Silver. "I already tried doing that when he kidnapped Gold a year ago." Silver.

"He's still skulking around like the pathetic coward he is."

SILVER.

[sculsilvered]

trying to figure something out here.

generations silver voice (lucien dodge)

masters EX silver voice (joe zieja)

Voting ended onApr 21, 2025

generations or masters ex.

[sculsilvered]

She's fallen asleep by Peepaw's side, using the old spirit as a makeshift fluffy beanbag chair. Thanks to the Pokémon Center nurses, her wrists have been properly cleaned and disinfected, with gauze gingerly wrapped around them to protect from further irritation or infection. Her hair falls loosely in her face. She's been unable to tie it back properly with her hands still out of commission, but it's fine. She's steadily getting better.

The door creaks open.

Soft footsteps pad towards Lyra. She stirs slightly and opens a single brown eye as it looks up at the red, white, and purple shape standing above her.

"Hey, you." She mutters the words, still half-asleep. "Did you remember to take your binder break...?"

A voice laughs comfortingly. The figure standing above her leans down and kisses her forehead. A hand strokes her hair, gently untangling the knots beginning to form as it does so.

"Just go back to sleep for now, babe."

Lyra hums and relaxes again, curling up against Peepaw for further comfort. Once he's sure that she's fallen back asleep, the newcomer turns to Peepaw, his expression sedate.

Silver's had a long flight himself. He's tired.

"...Thanks. For everything."

[emptyzone]

He's shorter than her, like this. He does his best to try to help her up, but he's horribly gentle. His claws are not as sharp, but they're still somewhat sharp like this. Peepaw had nothing against Annie as a character. Anton was simply a bit more fun. He couldn't quite explain why, though. A blunt surface or a sharp edge... Both could be useful in different circumstances, he guessed...

Peepaw resigns to gluing himself to her side and tries to keep her steady. He's never seen one of those pokey-mons attack a human before, especially with such harsh intention... He hasn't been around the Pokemon creepies, truthfully, it was really only Gold and the Bird-Missingno...

...And whatever dragged those two damned souls into Ilex Forest. Peepaw subtly gave Lyra a look that said 'wasn't me'.

...Internally, he was... A bit concerned with how mad he got. He usually had no reason to get mad. He was completely valid in getting that mad. Those six had it coming. Anyone who'd try to kidnap someone on someone like that's behalf... He let out a gentle sigh, mostly to himself.

At her question, he perked up. White pupils sheepishly look off to the side.

"...No, none of them or their little critters hurt me. The other three ran off... The last one's probably still flying at crazy speeds in the air..." But they're alive. Even through his anger, he had enough foresight to not fatally harm the Pokemon in front of the Pokemon Daycare Lady. "...I apologize if I scared you. I tend... Not to do that sort of thing, normally... It's just. The audacity of it all, for you to be targeted. Especially after everything Gold's been through, I..."

He trails off, mostly to not upset himself more.

[sculsilvered]

The road to Goldenrod City was, thankfully, a straight shot without any tall grass or steep edges to block the way there. Even if they needed to trek through tall grass, Lyra doubted that they'd encounter any wild Pokémon. The route had gone eerily silent, with not even a Hoothoot to be seen perched on a tree. It was almost as if the commotion scared off everything living there.

The two approach the entrance to Goldenrod City. Lyra pauses to look up at a street lamp dimly glowing above the two of them. She knits her brow together in worry as she tries to think of how to broach the next subject. Silver's mentioned the old spirit in passing before. How he was a kindly grandfather figure to her best friend, how he had directly rescued him from that horrific lab. Part of Lyra wondered if, had Peepaw and the mysterious second savior not been there, that would have been her next destination.

It was a horrible thought to stomach.

"I found his body first." Her voice is small as she stares at the light above and presses through the statement."Hib-- Gold's Pokémon ran to me. They must've thought I could've helped him. We went as fast as we can, but by the time we got back there..."

She shuts her eyes as she hears that horrific screech again. Not the one from Lugia, but the one afterwards, in the safety of New Bark Town. How Kanemaru-san collapsed to her knees, begging and pleading to see her son last time. How she screamed upon being handed that tiny box of remains. Her hand tightens around Peepaw's hand, and she swallows.

"Seeing all that... I guess it brought me back to what happened, you know?" She hates it. She hates that there was only one way this confrontation would've ended. What other options did she and Peepaw have? Let them take her? After how Silver explicitly trusted him with her life, there was no way. "It was so horrible, I couldn't even look away."

A thought occurs to her.

"That Pokémon." She thumbs at her burnt wrists and eyes the Pokémon center, just across the street.

"It acted just like Lugia that day."

[emptyzone]

Black claws gingerly scoop Pong's form up while gently petting it's head. Good, you did good. Shadows shift and the pokeball that belonged to the little creature rolls on over in Peepaw's direction, who diligently returns the Gold-given gift to it's ball. A firm sigh is made as he makes sure to completely clean up his mess. Making it as if he didn't just brutally annihilate four people from existence. It was quiet outside.

Lyra was...

Dotted eyes look over to Lyra as a toothy, angry smile fades away into the darkness of his form, as he looks her over. She's safe. Understandably shaken, but safe. Gold & Silver wouldn't be thrilled by the news, but at least this would be a firm warning to a certain someone not to mess with her.

Peepaw's form shifts. Shrinks, retracts on itself, attempting to take on something more... Rounded out. He can't exactly enter town without causing more commotion looking like a very angry hulking beast, so...

"Hey, hey..." He gradually approaches her, properly pocketing the pokeball and wiping down his dress a bit, "It's alright. Let's get you patched up in town, okay?"

[sculsilvered]

Lyra's cries reduce to the odd sniffle here and there as she watches Peepaw shrink into the form of... a very cute feminine figure, not too dissimilar from her own appearance. Sure, that's a dress instead of full on overalls, and the hair's a lot shorter than her own, but there's still some relative comfort in hearing his little old man voice coming from something close to human.

She wipes her eyes with one arm as her other hand gently presses the button on Azumarill's poké ball, returning her to safety. Sorry, sorry. She's not so used to the horrors, Peepaw. Despite her childhood bestie being one of the horrors, Lyra hasn't actually seen Gold do anything this level of scary. Then again, she only realized he was still hanging around recently, so there was still time.

Her legs shake as she gets up, struggling without further upsetting her burns. She manages to get up on her feet, leading Peepaw outside of the daycare.

Lyra's eyes fall to where she last saw the shapes of the other two attackers and frowns at the trails of fresh blood dragging their way into the Ilex Forest and past the trees. Bloody pawprints line the outside. Very familiar bloody pawprints.

Hm. Well, no time to worry about that now. Lyra's hand limply reaches for Peepaw's as she leads him up the route. Goldenrod's twinkling lights illuminate the path forward.

"Goldrenrod City has one of the best Pokémon centers in Johto." Her voice is quiet and hoarse. "We can get our Pokémon healed up there."

"The nurses in this one treat trainers as well," she adds, almost as an afterthought, "You're not hurt yourself, are you?"

A silly thing to ask, given his rampage, but still worth double checking.

[emptyzone]

Good. They left. Truthfully, he didn't want to harm Pokemon in front of the woman who literally took care of them for a living, but... That was only three. He let out a very specific growl as his attention darts towards the Armarouge. Okay. The room was getting hotter. Peepaw is quick to make sure he's between the bastard and Lyra, before he snaps his sharp fingers. Pong all too casually hops into his hand.

A glance.

Pong nods in understanding.

With the ferocity of a woman about to win a punchball tournament, Pong is chucked at the Armarouge, at full force. The recoil damage would probably be enough to make the Voltorb faint upon impact, but that was fine. Pong shut it's eyes tight as it began to spark in the moment ever so slightly--

Pong used Screech!

...As if the attack needed to hurt any more. What. What attack even was that? Punchball Throw? Sure as hell wasn't a normal type move because this was anything but normal.

[sculsilvered]

Well, on the bright side, that answers the question about who the shiny Voltorb belongs to.

Peepaw flings Pong directly at the Armarouge. Upon making contact, the oddly-behaving Pokémon is suddenly flung up into the sky, blasting off again like a couple of Rocket Grunts Silver had once told Lyra some funny stories about. Something about trying to go after one kid's Pikachu and wasting his dad endless amounts of time and money. She'd have to ask about it when he gets back.

Pong hits the ground and faints, albeit out of exhaustion rather than anything else. Lyra fumbles in her bag and picks up the antidotes, furiously spraying them on Azumarill's wounds. They do their work, healing Azumarill's poisoning.

As soon as the bottles empty, they slip out of her trembling, injured hands and hit the ground.

She looks up at Peepaw as her hands curl into themselves from the pain. She can feel her wrists blistering already. It's a good thing they're so close to Goldenrod City; if they were any deeper in the Ilex Forest, Lyra would be worried about getting proper medical treatment for her injuries.

"T... Thank you." She manages a weak, tearful smile--

That soon gives way to actual tears.

[emptyzone]

He's... So mad. He's so mad.

He'd usually be concerned about someone witnessing him like this. Sorry you had to see that. Peepaw tries not to kill unless he needs to or his very simple requests aren't fulfilled. He's no saint. He knows that. He's made peace with it. But right now, this was completely justified. That... That bitch. This form forced that word out like bile in his head.

Pong continues to roll around as if nothing happened, weaving back and forth. Despite being the weakest one in this whole room, Peepaw sure as hell taught it some tricks.

The beast swallows thickly. He isn't done yet. He isn't done, but pinprick eyes take note of Lyra's state, chalking it up to that wretched thing that held her down, letting out an animalistic growl.

Helpless. Struggling. How does it feel. How. Does. It. FEEL.

"I THINK I'LL TURN YOU ALL INTO MOLES IN MY LITTLE WORLD. I'LL TURN YOU ALL INTO MOLES AND LET THE OTHERS KILL YOU. AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND I'LL MAKE SURE YOU FEEL PAIN BUT THEY DON'T. I'LL MAKE SURE YOU EXPERIENCE THIS OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN."

And with one, large, hostile swipe...

DESTROY EVERYTHING.

The remaining three were nothing. The blood that had gotten on his claws had already been absorbed into his body. The other two, outside? He didn't care for the other two, he heard screaming but they clearly weren't an issue anymore. All that remained were pieces of their bodies, strewn across the room. The annie-esque beast took deep, harsh breaths as he trudged over, continuing to clean up his mess. Absorbing blood. Keeping a hostile eye on their Pokemon like a hyena trying to keep it's kill.

"..."

A glance over towards Lyra. He didn't hover in this form, he was on all fours. He kept his frenzied, small eyes on the now deceased's pokemon, now, as Pong was... Continuing its literal rollout as if it's trainer didn't turn into even more of a beast. What are they going to do. Are they going to flee? He would let them flee. But he would not hesitate to harm them if they got close to Lyra, either.

[sculsilvered]

Manetric, Breloom, and Muk give each other shocked looks at the carnage around the room, at the... remains of their trainers scattered across the ground. The three look from Lyra, shivering and wincing in pain, to the snarling THING towering above them, to each other.

They flee. Manetric zooms away, with Breloom following close behind. Muk kind of... melts into the ground and sludges out, dejected.

For a moment, everything seems silent. Lyra digs through her bag, her hair having come loose from its buns and headband as it hangs through her face. The room feels uncomfortably hot. Was it because of her wrists...?

...No.

It's the weird Armarouge, charging up Shadow Fire.

[emptyzone]

He... Quite enjoyed this, actually.

It was a nice thing to merely watch, really. Just a girl doing a simple and well meaning job. Peepaw still didn't understand these 'pokey-mons', truly, but that didn't mean that he couldn't understand the appeal. For 'creepypasta' standards... Yeah, the weird vaguely-anton-esque shape of a creature did seem docile. He had kept his word on being quiet, and it would've been quite easy to forget he was even there.

Frankly, Peepaw was thinking about getting some shut-eye... Things seemed safe.

... Until, of course, they weren't.

Peepaw's eyes widened as the window broke. They darted to the Azumarill as he had quietly remained in Lyra's shadow... To see four hooligans-- No, six. He heard that, his non-existent, old ears could hear that. As everything unfolded, his old, dusty brain frantically began to race. It began to race and race, watching that poor blue creature get immediately targeted, and...

Lyra.

Something within him. Twists. At the sight of her being forced to the ground. He's... Gotten mad, before, yes. During that raid, he took lives of scientists. He didn't think twice about that. But that anger wasn't really allowed to properly go off as he had found Gold, and the priority had understandably became get him out of there and make sure he's okay.

Right now...

From out of nowhere from an outsider looking in, something is hap-hazardly lobbed from... Nowhere? A pokeball opens. A connection, a directive, firm yet familiar whispers only the electric type can hear to give it a quick command.

Pong used Screech!

The unpleasant, loud noise is directed right at the Manetric and the Breloom. It immediately begins to roll around at fast speeds after that, knowing that all of these pokemon outclassed it but it was merely a distraction. A distraction that the four probably thought was minor was... About to get a lot worse.

Peepaw did not get mad often. Even when he did, it was a quiet anger, easily resolved through some alone time. He's capable of doing many things. Many, many things. Things he never really showed off because they weren't pleasant. But it's clear pleasantries weren't needed, here. Lyra's shadow shifts. All six of them-- Even the two outside, begin to feel a heavy presence. Their shadows twitched. Lyra's shifted. He felt the rage changing him. It was something familiar, so... So familiar. Animalistic.

His form shifts. He bursts out of Lyra's shadow, much... Bigger than he previously was. The outline of his figure was odder. Teeth were sharper. An entire fist attempts to grab the Armarouge in one large, pitch black hand, squeezing harshly-- Not caring for the flames, as he turns towards the four with a look that could kill.

"THAT'S NO WAY TO TREAT A LADY, YOU FUCKS."

The mass lets out it's own screech as it tries to chuck the Armarouge at it's own trainer, before in one fell swoop, it was upon lucky number four, grey jaws opening and attempting to. Ah. Well. Have any of you watched Madoka?

If any of the other three were thinking about leaving, well. Sharp, clawed hands rose from their shadows and would hold them down. Doesn't feel nice, now does it? Peepaw is going to pick each. And every one of them. Off.

[sculsilvered]

Lyra knows each and every Pokémon in the daycare currently, from the smallest Pidgey to the biggest Tyranitar. She can go on for hours, rattling off the list down to their natures. The moment she sees the shiny blue Voltorb roll in and emit the ear-piercing screech from out of nowhere, as Armarouge recoils and drops her burnt wrists to the ground, she's not thinking about how badly they hurt.

She's trying to figure out whose Pokémon that was.

Around her, the six -- now four -- miscreants immediately realize that they've lost horrific control of the situation. The shiny Voltorb barrels right through Breloom like a rolling pin. Manetric, distracted, gives chase to Bong, barking all the way. The Manetric's trainer looks like he's about to scold Manetric for getting distracted... only to be interrupted by the sudden appearance of the creature in Lyra's shadow.

Even Lyra looks awestruck by the sight above her, her already wide eyes somehow becoming even rounder. She can't help but stay frozen as the kindly old spirit, now having become something else entirely, throws the the Armarouge at the red one like a bowling ball and overpower the purple one, sharp teeth bearing down on...

She's thirteen years old. Noa drags her into the woods, desperately crying and whining. In her free arm, the Typhlosion cradles the body of a limp, broken baby Cyndaquil. The two rush into the forest, flanked by Hibiki's other Pokémon, as Lyra stumbles to keep her footing... and nearly trips over Hibiki.

He's under her feet.

And in the center of the crater.

Under a blown over tree.

Dragged over a rock.

And in the jaws of a twisted, malformed Lugia as it feasts on--

In the blink of an eye, Lyra returns to reality. Muk drops her Azumarill onto the ground as he approaches the limp, headless body of his trainer, a concerned moan escaping from its agape mouth. Azumarill slumps over, having fainted moments prior.

Her sight stays frozen on the others as Peepaw pins them in place. Her hands try to search inside her bag for an antidote for Azumarill...

But her wrists sting too much to move.

[sculsilvered]

@emptyzone || PARTY ROCKERS IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT

The Daycare had closed shop for the night. The seemingly endless stream of trainers coming to drop off or pick up their Pokémon had petered off, and the Pokémon being boarded had come in to sleep for the night. She'd taken inventory of all the new eggs and sent messages to their respective trainers to tell them to come pick them up tomorrow. Her grandparents had gone home to New Bark Town, meaning Lyra was, for all purposes, alone.

Well, not alone alone. There was her new friend hanging out in her shadow, but she hadn't quite explained that to anybody yet.

Lyra herself was lounging in the back, curled up in an armchair as she sent off a text to Silver.

Hi sweetie! If you're seeing this, don't forget to take a binder break! Your poor lungs will thank you <3

She smiled to herself as the thumbs-up reaction pinged from the other side and a series of ellipses piped up, as Silver was typing out a message. Not that she'd ever get to see what he said... as the window broke outside.

Lyra immediately grabbed a Poké Ball and jumped up, sending out her strongest Pokémon: Azumarill. The round, rabbit-like Pokémon rubbed her eyes, but the sound of heavy metal boots clunking against the ground snapped her awake almost instantly. The two of them ran out, ready to face the intruder--

Four intruders?

"Look out, little girl! We're here live in Johto, ready to bring terror directly to your doorstep! Count off, boys! One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Four!"

From somewhere outside, Lyra could hear the distinct echo of 'five!' and 'six!' as two identical shapes stood guard outside the daycare.

Ooooookay. This was a bit weird, but it wasn't like Lyra couldn't look after herself. As the four henchmen in front threw out their Pokéballs, Lyra turned to Azumarill to start their strategy. "Alright, Azumarill, you ready? Let's play--"

She turns to her Pokémon, only to watch in horror as Azumarill immediately gets tackled by a Manetric and Breloom into the hands of a waiting Muk. The poor thing screams and squirms, but the Muk just won't let go. Lyra winces as she notices a few sickly bubbles come from Azumarill's mouth, indicating it's been poisoned.

This isn't fair. They all just attacked at once, and she can already tell she's at a real disadvantage.

She reaches for her Poké Gear... only for a pair of strong, searing hot hands to grab her wrists from behind. She turns her head up, only to meet the eyes of an extremely aggressive Armarouge forcing her to the ground. Something's off about its gaze, but she can't tell what...

"Hey now, no calling for outside help! This is just between you and all six of us." The red one stands over her. "But maybe if you come in quietly, we'll be sure to hand you over to the boss in one piece."

Lyra hisses in pain as Armarouge's grasp singes her wrists, unable to move. In all the chaos, however...

Nobody's paid attention to her shadow.

[sculsilvered]

@emptyzone asked:

Lyra's shadow becomes heavy for a moment. The feeling leaves as soon as it arrives as Peepaw half peeks out from it, white dots staring at her. He was a lurker, both literally and in that group chat. A particular Pizzeria is already well surrounded by frogs... Not that Peepaw didn't mind being overkill he was still at the end of the day 'an Anton', wasn't he? but he rather put his time into being able to guard someone else who may need it a bit more. "THAT SILVER LAD'S QUITE THE CHARACTER, EH?" Peepaw manages lightheartedly-- There's still that edge of upset to his voice, though. Oh great, they found out who was directly responsible for Gold's death. 'Creating what caused his death--' oh, so responsible for his death, got it. "DON'T MIND ME. I'M QUITE... QUIET."

Hm?

Lyra gingerly sets her phone down as she feels a weighted sensation right on top of her. Not an unpleasant one, mind you, but like somebody's draped a large, plush blanket around her shoulders. Her eyes sweep down to her shadow, and she squeaks in surprise as she beholds two white pinprick eyes from it.

The eyes move up as the thing in her shadow peeks out, revealing what was just about the cutest non-Pokémon thing she's ever seen. Oh my goodness, that charming smile! That creaky little voice, like a fussy old man! He looks like a giant fluffy Gengar! If he didn't sound as serious as the situation called for, she probably would have started squealing right there.

Mental note. See if Fuzzy Lumpkins here likes the idea of wearing little bows later.

At the mention of her boyfriend, Lyra blushes a bright pink and softly giggles as she waves at the spirit. "Yeah, he's a real sweetiepie once you get to know him."

"Thanks for stopping by. I doubt much is gonna happen here, but... better safe than sorry, right?"

[sculsilvered]

Sure you'll be okay by yourself, Ly?

Lyra sits by the main counter of the daycare, her feet gently dangling off of the stool as she texts. She occasionally looks up to the window as she watches the Pokémon play. Her eyes keep themselves glued to a bowl set on the outside of the fence, full of food. Her regular visitor, a sickly old Hypno living in the woods nearby, usually visits at around this time.

She turns back to her phone and texts back.

don't worry about me! i'm a big girl, i can handle myself. u sure you're not just looking for an excuse to get out of the conference? XD

Silver texts back almost immediately.

Chairman's super annoying. Keeps trying to suck up to me. Hoping to talk to the other Champions down the line about what happened. Geeta'd probably know more about the Tera Energy research. Sent some friends to check on you too. Lemme know if there's trouble.

Lyra sends a heart emoji back and looks up.

The bowl outside is empty.

[sculsilvered]

@asklordofthelost asked the expected question:

(( For Silver: What does you muse do for hair care? Do they have special shampoos/conditioners they like to use? Do they dye it? Do they do anything special with it to style it? ))

L'Oreal. Because he's worth i-- *immediately bonked on the head for silly crimes*

Actually, I'm glad you asked! Let me rapidfire you my Silver headcanons (haircanons?) real quick:

Used to be one of those little toddlers with extremely curly hair. It straightened out as he got older.

Obviously keeps it on the longer side. He tried cutting it short early on in transitioning, but it made his face look rounder and he didn't get properly read as masc until it grew back out.

Yes, it is naturally that red. No, he is not related to Ariana/Mars/Maxie/Byron/Roark/insert other Pokémon redhead here. It is, however, from his mother's side of the family, and a trait shared with his cousin.

Pretty much just uses whatever Lyra buys because he trusts her judgment on it. (For the sake of my poor followers, though, it's Brocato Vibracolor)

Nothing crazy styling wise. Will just throw it into a ponytail and leave the house like that.

[memedetonator]

💥 ― 𝐴𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒/𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔/𝐹𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠. (𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑠.)

Are there any qualities in particular that they look for in clothing? Comfort, texture, fabric type, etc.?

What would your muse say their "style" is? Do they have more than one they like or dress in?

Would your muse say that they are fashionable, or care about their appearance? Or do they not really care about that stuff?

If your muse has facial hair, how do they care for it? How often do they shave/trim it, if at all?

Does your muse like heels? Can they walk in high heels?

What does your muse usually wear to bed? Do they wear pajamas, do they just sleep in whatever they're wearing, or do they sleep in their underwear/naked?

How does your muse feel about sandals? Do open-toed shoes bother them?

Would your muse wear crocs?

What would your muse wear to a formal occasion? Do they go all out, or would they go a little more simple?

Does your muse wear makeup? If so, what do they usually put on? Are there special occasions that they only wear it for?

Does your muse have piercings? Where? What kind of piercings do they usually wear? Do they have a style or certain pair/ring/etc. they like?

Would your muse be comfortable wearing skirts and dresses? What kinds, if so?

Your muse was invited to a fun party/a fun night on the town! What are they wearing to it?

Does your muse have a favorite thing they like to wear? Doesn't necessarily have to be clothing--just in general, do they have a favorite thing to put on?

What does you muse do for hair care? Do they have special shampoos/conditioners they like to use? Do they dye it? Do they do anything special with it to style it?

What is your muse's ideal "date night" outfit?

Would your muse follow a dress code to a T, or would they divert? Would they straight-up refuse to do it?

Does your muse wear jewelry like necklaces, bracelets, and rings? If so, what do they usually wear?

What does your muse wear when they go swimming? Do they show off what they've got, or are they a little more modest?

How does your muse handle when their clothes, hair, makeup, etc. is messed up? Would they panic, or would they be a little more calm about it? How would they fix it?

Does your muse wear glasses? Do they like wearing them? Do they prefer contacts?

Would your muse like cosplaying? Who would they cosplay as?

Do they dress more masculine or feminine? Or do they mix it up and wear all sorts of stuff?

Does your muse go all out for holiday wear (Halloween, Christmas, etc.)? Do they dress up to the nines, or do they throw on something simple?

Does your muse have any sort of skincare routine? If so, what is it? What do they do about blemishes?

Does your muse wear any extra accessories? Hats, scarves, legwarmers, etc...?

What does your muse wear when it's hot? What about when it's cold?

Does your muse have any special clothes they wear when they're lounging around?