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I was helloitsfeffsagain. Now I'm helloitsfeffsagain but on steroids.
Do you hear from your relatives in the Addams family bloodline often? What do you guys do together?
"Watch the 1991 movie together. They like to tease me over the creators writing me out of the script."
write more diary entries because I want to read some new stuff, thanks
//Will try!! ♡
What is your favorite character of Twilight and why
"Carlisle. Because he looks good."
Don't answer too quickly. What would be worse? Being turned as a child or being turned with a monk tonsure?
Which Flower are You?
Forget-Me-Not
Nostalgic and introverted, you overthink previous moments in time and sometimes may appear to be a bit in your own world. You are beautifully soft and quiet, speaking freely only around those who you feel most comfortable with. Because of this quiet nature, you are terrified of being left behind, forgotten by those you encounter. A bit melancholic by nature, you tend to forget your beauty, looking up to all of the sunflowers, roses, and cherry blossoms of the world. But my darling, you are what draws the eye down to the pavement and the first to be picked by those seeking comfort. Perk up and appreciate your worth, my love.
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Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others?
Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions
//For this one, I'll take the lead to answer instead of my muse, who's pretty much secretive about his past, indeed.
Memnoch doesn't deny all of his past existence and life. It is a great source of learning and growing, and he knows very well that if he hadn't walked in the path he chose, he wouldn't be the one he is today. But he's also very much critical on who he was, and what he now defines as mistakes he made.
For a very long while, his beliefs and knowledge were conflicted by emotions he now refuses himself to go through again, calling them weaknesses. Memnoch was able of great love just as great loath. He could curse the sky and beyond and cry for the beauty of this forbidden Earth. He could very well be emotionally moved by distress or loneliness. By adoration and acts of abnegation... He liked this Earth more than he felt he had to. He fell in love, and experienced betrayal, and in the end of this thousands of years' journey, it killed him. Literally. So he learned to hide these parts of him from the rest of the World. From himself.
He's now master of the Underworld, of Hell. He has to maintain this role of a tough ruler, that nothing can bribe into mercy. It's also "comforting", a constant in an everlasting change of everything else. He won't let anyone near him close enough to know anything of his past. He's not that person he used to be anymore and doesn't want to be reminded of it. And to break the very heavy carapace of his and reach this most tender part of him, is almost an impossible thing to achieve.
Snakes: would your muse ever keep and exotic / unusual pet?
Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions
"Oh Darling. What would be the point in having a pet, if not to make sure no one else can gloat of their company?" His lips parted on a sarcastic laughter, as in a very graceful motion of his hand, a vein of marble suddenly seemed to take life at the invitation and snaked around his forearm within a minute. Two very distinct splitted golden eyes suddenly peered up from a V shaped head, a forked tongue boldly accusing the air with its little hiss.
"I have been known for my liking of the unlikable. What is exotic to a human being, is rather common for me." Memnoch spoke in a low, purring voice, apparently much affectionate toward the large marbled snake who's head he softly caressed, now curling all around his broad shoulders. "I miss my three headed dog dearly. Just as my favorite mounts that I graciously gave to some of my most trusted horsemen. And I suppose you can also count as a pet, all souls that disrespected the rules, and damned themselves further."