#jessask

[melxncholix]

Were you in any cliques? || Best childhood memory you can recall? || Most dangerous thing you have ever done? || What is your dream come true? How about your worst nightmare? [ Interview the Muse - Jessie ]

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{ƒ}—Jessie took a deep breath, gently tapping out a beat on his knee. ”No. I wasn’t r-really p-p-popular enough to have a c-clique. I think m-m-my best memory w-would be when my p-parents took me t-t-to the Parisian zoo. I l-liked the lions.” He thought for a long moment about his most dangerous thing. “I th-think that my m-most dang-gerous act is probably when I w-w-wore heels in G-Georgia. M-My dream c-c-come true is to g-get rid of this st-stutter and m-my worst nightmare is... w-w-well getting murdered for... y-you know.”

[melxncholix]

🐢 💕 😵 ⛈️ [ Jessie - talk about your muse! ]

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send 🐢 for a mental health headcanon

Jessie is fairly stable, but has very poor self-esteem. He doesn’t think he’s competent enough to fill either of his parents’ shoes and yet he’s expected to take the reins for both of them someday.

send 💕 for a love headcanon

Jessie gets very, very, very awkward around any guy he’s interested in. He’ll put both feet in his mouth and apologize for being awkward at least twenty times without ever managing to SAY anything to him.

send 😵 for a sickness headcanon

Jessie doesn’t get sick often, and when he does it doesn’t last very long.

send ⛈️ for a sadness headcanon

Often Jessie will find himself gripped with deep, deep regret over his self-perceived inability to meet the expectations of his family. He’s always worrying about some aspect of it or another.

[melxncholix]

found

Send in “found” to find my muse trying to keep warm in an alleyway.

(i’m assuming this is for Jessie?)

{ƒ}—To find Jessie in his current condition was to assume the worst had happened and his family had fallen on rough times.  Fortunately, the French teen’s presence in the alley wasn’t permanent nor was it necessary for his survival in the literal sense.  However, the way he flinched when Tate found him signified that there was some reason he’d spend the last three hours hiding behind a dumpster in this cold, dark, and dirty alley.

        “P-Please b-b-be quiet.”  Jessie whispered to the other, fear in his eyes.  “I d-d-don’t w-want them t-t-to find me ag-g-gain.”  He stuttered out, holding himself tightly as he looked between Tate and the entrance to the alleyway.  He clearly was scared of something—or more likely someone.

[melxncholix]

🍻 - tolerating alcohol 😠 - managing with their temper for 3 of your least used muses.

SEND A SYMBOL TO ASK MY MUSES WHAT THEY’RE GOOD AT

Note: I like the way this is phrased, unusual method and also thank you for sending in this ask thank you so much

PAUL

{╞╕}—”Those are good questions uhm... I’ve never really had alcohol, so I’d say I’m probably bad at it.  As for my temper I’m pretty good at it... I don’t usually get mad.”

JESSIE

{ƒ}—”I get d-d-drunk aft-ter one g-glass of w-w-wine. My t-t-temper?  I’d say I’m s-s-slow to ang-g-ger... I r-really d-d-don’t g-get angry.”

MICHAEL

{►}—”How am I a’ managin’ alcohol?  Well, I’m Irish if da’ helps.  And me temper’s sometin’ da’s kinda case by case.  I can ge’ really mad really fast if ye’re talkin’ abou’ de righ’ ting.”

[melxncholix]

You know, I heard that Jessie secretly has a sex dungeon and the sweet boy with a stutter is all just a front.

{ƒ}—Jessie couldn’t even form words the other’s statement was so vulgar.  He had to process the rumor for a full two minutes.  “Th-th-th-th-that’s th-th-the most d-disg-g-gusting th-th-thing I’ve ev-v-ver heard.”

[melxncholix]

👥 Jessie!!!

Send 👥 for my muse to split into two versions of themselves!

{ƒ}—Jessie didn’t realize what was happening to him at first, darker parts of him were harder to come by.  But when the magic finally took hold he felt sick to his stomach, and he let out a groan of frustration and pain as he finally split apart into two separate individuals.

{ƒ}—The first version, more put together and seemingly much more of a fashion-forward thinker.  “C'est mieux de ne pas avoir gâché mes cheveux.”  The French teen said, powering through the urge to stutter—traces of his more uncertain counterpart lingering.  “Ce serait si peu convaincant.”  He said with a sigh, running his fingers through his hair.  As he did so he checked every angle of himself in his phone, a very elaborate and over-the-top case on it.  “Pas un mauvais angle.”

{f}—”Wh-Wh-What just h-happened?”  Stuttered the counterpart, looking very nervous.  His hair was out of place and he looked as if the slightest noise would give him a heart attack.  He gulped, starting to look around for his phone, trying to find some indicator that this wasn’t real.

TRANSLATIONS: “I hope that didn’t mess up my hair.” “That would be so inconvenient.” “Not a bad angle.”