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Me flag, for me!
This one is also good for the same me...ness...but I think the other is prettier!
♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?
Taaaaaable mannerrrsssss, depends on what's at stake, doesn't it? I think they can be very very useful when picking new staff! But so so boring other times! Sometimes I have to put on my serious hat for way too long because my friends get cranky with me!
ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like? Courageous, loving, scared, etc.
mmmm, isn't it obvious? I'm a non-newtonian fluid!
({this is a hard one to answer, because she is ever-changing at the end of the day, her loyalties remain, as do a handful of core values, sure, but what traits she has and how she shows them can and will vary based entirely on what needs to be achieved to best serve those loyalties and values, she chooses to present relatively consistently on here, where she has a written record to keep a reminder of how she presents, but her memories and emotions and thoughts under that are changing a lot more than anyone knows, including her, and when shr does behave differently, it is not an act, that is who she truly is in that moment, she is loving and in love with love, sure, that never changes, but that's really about it, and no one really knows})
🚪- They hear someone knock on their door
📱- Someone asks to borrow their phone
I love guests!!!! Very excited to answer the door! Is it Foundy? Or is he still being boring in his sarcophagus and life support? Could be Tictactamalam!
mmmmm, depends on which phone, sometimes, I am a gang of random civilians in a costco passing around a single smartphone, but sometimes, whether I am the sole me or I am a collaborative effort of my colleagues with no existence of my own, my phone or phones cannot be viewed by any being other than me!
9. Are there cultural or lore specific aspects to their identity? If applicable, does their species affect it?
My...species? I'm a type yellow, right? Mmm, anyway, I do have aspects of my identity that tie into my abilities, yeah! I'm genderfaunet, and that's fairly consistent but my other faces might not change within the face, you know? Like....oh Phasma is a very good example, I don't have words for her identity, but it's not fluid when I'm Phasma. And uh, well, my nature does relate to why I'm lovequeer! I have to find love where I can, and that love doesn't ever look standard because being close to others is unfair, mmhmm. My aroace nature is just that though, my nature.
betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?
Oh certainly, I've talked about them! You know, I wish Tictactamalam were more free to share when things would go wrong, but he's not! As for the second one, well, depends on who you ask!
({In her memories, she never trusted a lot of people, but the defectionists she trusted wholly, as for betraying someone herself, only in the name of self defense, though the other party may disagree.})
📚 my muse’s past/childhood
Dressed for the Ninth
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“Make sure you’re home by--” the door slammed halfway through his sentence. His adult child ran off, wearing their finest clothes.
They ran past people waving and greeting them, but their responses were half-hearted, distracted by wanting to go see their new discovery, a friend or similar.
Next was the meadow, not many people there, they have to keep slapping plants out of the way, as the desire paths didn’t lead to the right region of the dense, thick forest.
The forest was fun, cooler inside than out in the meadow. The names spoken are garbled, not remembered and not important, but there was a dragon curled up, “I told you I’d be back!”
They chatted about a lot, realizing they have almost mirrored relationships to memories, one who can’t retain them reliably, and one who takes them happily. A bizarre camaraderie.
Suddenly the dragon shifted to a fat woman, “can I meet your dad you mentioned?”
The person nodded excitedly and began to lead her back to where they came from.