#baphometmama

[honoura]

📝LAY IT ON ME

“If yer asking me about Iriel Bell I think my first question is who put you up to this,” Honoura commented, slowly nursing a coffee and keeping a sharp eye on a fruit pastry on a plate. Polly didn’t always go for food that wasn’t his, but when he did he was brazen about it. And considering she was the one who bought it, she had dibs. “Right, what do you want to know about the cranky old man.”Their first impression: “Rich, smart, highly aware of both, ready to blister you for something if you pissed him off. Probably smart to avoid him so I wasn’t on the receiving end.” she raised a finger for every remark.Their current impression: At first, there’s no words; she’s set the coffee mug down, her hands are clasped together in front of her on the table. The look on her face – raised eyebrows, a pout to her lips. This was going to be a lot. “Rich, smart, well aware of both. Definitely will try to flay your skin off with his words if he doesn’t like you. However.” There’s a pause, a moment to give reprieve. It’s also a moment to slide a plate out of reach of a bird. “Melodramatic and loud enough for a theater company. When he complains about something he sounds like he’s thirty-something going on sixty-five. When he likes something I’m surprised I don’t hear him over every half drunk fisher in Limsa.” She rolled her eyes. ”He’s a mess. Mostly a good mess. Perhaps less scary than he’d like to think. Definitely cares too much if he was hoping to sell anyone on that.”

What they like the most about your muse: “Taste in literature aside, his sense of humor’s pretty good. Though… has to be, Bell’s dealt with a lot,” she emphasized the last two words. “He’ll help. If he can. If you let him. Or he’ll at least try.” 

What they dislike the most about your muse: “You’d have better luck getting the dead to talk to you about something important. His house tried to bargain him off to a pond. You know how I found that out? Through Tiergan. After he had flowers carved out of his chest. You know. How anybody ought to hear about it.“ Honoura scowled at that, and reached over to scratch her parrot’s head while she fumed a little bit. “I’m not saying he has to tell everyone everything. But still.” Then again maybe this was just a pattern with some of her friends; Joph after all showed up at Castrum Oriens unannounced and oblivious to what war was! Maybe all the men she knew are just that same strain of pigheaded. Gods, please, no. She wasn’t old enough for that sort of responsibility. Or tall enough.

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival etc.): “Peanut gallery,” she remarked dryly.

A general opinion of their relationship: “Well he’s still giving me plenty of reasons to roll my eyes. So. Good, I’d say.”

If applicable, something they wish to reveal: “Missed you and the foot stools in Gyr Abania.”

Send me📝 and my muse will reveal their thoughts about your muse.

[honoura]

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don't deserve it?

“Of course I take care of myself. Job requires a certain degree of physicality, yeah?” Honoura replied, frowning in concentration. She’d popped a button on her dress coat and was sewing it back on herself, with her feet tucked underneath like she was sitting on a sofa at home instead of a cot at Porta Praetoria. 

“If you’ve still got all your limbs the rest will keep,” she murmured; where the words lie, the tone speaks truer. It’s tired, it’s worn thin. Her hair had been cropped ruthlessly short – a culling of irreparable split ends. The coat’s new and at least one size too big. Even with some on the fly tailoring, it still looked ready to swallow her. 

“There’s more than plenty who’ve got worse to bear. I’ll keep.”

[ahlis-xiv]

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there? AND/OR! black: does your muse have a ‘bucket list?’ list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

COLORFUL HEADCANONS

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

Long before her days as a Scion Ahlis was already a pretty well-versed traveler; if anything she wanted a play to remain, instead of having to always be on the go. Now however it is a little bit different! She goes where she is needed of course, but considering how a good chunk of those closest to her have been to or are from Sharlayan…why not try there next?

black: does your muse have a ‘bucket list?’ list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

A bucket list seems rather…irrelevant at this point in time, considering how meager her control over where she goes and what she does is currently at. Ahlis knows she has seen and done so much more compared to most other people, far more than she would have expected in all honesty (and lived to tell about it, no less!). Perhaps…she’d like to publish something concerning arcanima someday, that’d be pretty neat.

[honoura]

What, if any, hobbies do they have? Do they maintain them daily?

”Do puns count as a hobby, or is that more of a skill set situation,” she commented dryly,”The plants probably require at least a little bit of care. But that’s not really anything that needs practicing. Doesn’t take a genius to know when soil’s dry.” At that moment, she was on a work detail; cleaning and loading muskets. By now her muscle memory was so good having a distraction was more than welcome.

“I like swimmin’, when it’s warm. Only way summer in La Noscea is at all tolerable. Rock climbing’s fun. It’s like a puzzle. For your fingers. Wins you a few bets too when some rheumy-eyed drunk thinks you can’t shimmy up Coral Tower,” she grinned,”I’ve got a pretty great contact for a certain kinda literature if you need something to pass the time with.” There’s a chuckle at using the phrase; it made everything sound proper and full of subterfuge. Really, she just couldn’t keep up on publication dates and the necessary ‘to buy’ books from a castrum. 

“I’m tryin’ my hand at learning astrology if that counts. My neighbor Proxima offered to show me what she knows... thought it might be good for something. I dunno. It’s neat anyway, I didn’t see the stars too often growin’ up.” A couple of booms in the background gave her pause. She sat up, spine ramrod straight, and listened. 

When pressed about a couple of pranks that had recently affected members of the camp, the private gave a flat stare. “Now really, why do I look like your number one suspect in that?” Besides. She had help with those.

[Daily Routines Meme]

[varae-ver-you-are]

⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time?

Arae’sae and Rennes both take their time when it comes to solving things. They’d rather be calculated about it and weigh the options than jumping in and hoping something works out.

Van, on the other hand, is reckless and tends to dive in head first.

[ahlis-xiv]

🎈- Share a childhood memory!

GETTING TO KNOW YOU QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN!

🎈- Share a childhood memory! 

I stuffed a holly berry up my nose as a kid and had to be taken to the emergency room to get it out. Didn’t hurt when they extracted it or anything but it was kinda scary lol.

[honoura]

👥 Is there anyone they wish they had never met? | 🏡How much would they have to be offered to live in a haunted house for a month?| 🦉Could they stay calm lost in the woods all night by themselves?

👥 Is there anyone they wish they had never met?

“My relatives.” 

There was a loud wark from the chocobo she was standing next to. Critter wasn’t the tallest bird, but she did still need a stool to easily fish around in his saddlebags for anything that had fallen to the very bottom. If she didn’t, whatever it was could remain lost forever. Ideally if it did, it wasn’t anything that spoiled. 

“I mean. I’ve met some shitheads, sure. I’m friends with some.” Her hand grasped some krakka root. She didn’t remember the last time she’d bought any. Great.

“I don’t like how I met some people. That was.” There was a momentary pause accented by a long-past-delectable stage krakka root sailing over her shoulder. “A disaster. Absolutely. But they’re not so bad. I can’t say I regret it, even if one or two of them will drive you crazy.” When pressed to say who she might mean, there isn’t a response beyond ‘gods-damned fancypants spoiled models’ and something about being literally hauled to a party.

🏡How much would they have to be offered to live in a haunted house for a month?

“Depends on the house; I have standards in that now,” she replies airily,”Is this a Haukke Manor sort of thing where I bring my own food? Anywhere I sleep I have to clear out the voidsent first so they don’t try to rob me of my soul or something? Because I’m getting an–damnit what do they call it–a quote. A big one. Lots of zeroes, thanks.” She raised her hands and made an ‘X’ with her arms; clearly, there’d be no hearing of a counterargument. Her mind was made up. If you wanted her to stay in some derelict ghostly manor, it’d be at a cost.

“Like I said. I have standards. I know a house that asks me to mind my manners and say please and thank you and not stain the carpet. It’s got a real nice garden. The footstools are puppies. You know, the usual things.” You know, because every halfway decent haunted house should have furniture puppies. 

“Haunted part’s not so bad there once you get used to it. Though I still don’t know when to or when to not thank the teapot.” She frowned and hmm’ed softly, like the last time 

“… Wait who asked you to ask me this again?”

🦉Could they stay calm lost in the woods all night by themselves?

It was hard to tell if the question had registered. What came out was a quiet,”Sure. I s’pose. It’s not the same place it used to be. I’m not a kid. Oriens is technically in the Shroud, so really I’ve been sleeping outside in it for weeks.” Even so, there’s a nervousness about her to the idea. 

She still remembered the last time that had happened. She was what – twelve summers? Couldn’t be more than that. Her father had found her, and he was gone before her thirteenth. Too long spent out on the trail without starting back for home. She should have listened to her brother when he’d said he was heading home. Before she knew it, the sun had dipped low enough to turn the undergrowth a sickly orange. Stupid girl. 

The trees had moved on her, or had they just moved her trail markers? She spent near a bell wandering around, first at a walk, then a jog, until a cry from something spurred her into a run that felt like a malm until she tripped and fell face first in the dirt. It was another couple of bells before her father found her up a tree with a bruise on her forehead, two skinned knees, and some hard hitting questions to make sure he was really there.

Her palms sweat a little just thinking about the cold night air, the echo of every footfall, a faint whisper of sound that was either her own breath, or something else’s. Maybe a voice she lacked the aether to hear. Honoura didn’t notice she’d gone a level of quiet beyond thoughtful.

“It’s not the same forest anymore. The Calamity changed a lot,” Honoura replied, in a tone that was desperately trying to convince herself of that, “Probably has to work harder than it used to if it wants to keep you.”

[Horrific Headcanons Meme]

[honoura]

Hecteye: Describe the most effective method of distracting your muse.

Play to her childish streak. Pester her into helping you with a thing, tease her about something. She will act like an adult until somebody bets she can’t beat them in a pastry eating competition. Her bluster about being above something so pointless will last all of two minutes if you tweak her nose and act cheeky with her. Rope her in on some mischief. 

She’ll probably catch on after a while you are Up To Something, but she’s more likely to let it slide out of not wanting to spoil the fun of the moment.

[Voidsent Meme]