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☑: What are the biggest differences between you and your muse?
This is going to be very very cynical of me, but I chained myself to a profession and Beckett is still very much a free spirit who loves to just make music and goof off. I mean, I like to goof off too but I have a “8-5″ that feels like it’s literally taking up all my time these days
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their lock screen photo:
[ here ] - its her favorite photo (with her favorite person @jckwhetstone) hands down
their home screen photo:
[ here ] - another favorite memory of italy
how many alarms they have set:
Four. Definitely believes in deleting unneeded alarms.
their default ringtone:
Marimba. She has no blessed idea how to change it either.
their favourite app(s) to use:
Instagram and Pinterest
their most used app(s):
Excel, Phone, Messages and TikTok
someone they have blocked:
No one, but she has almost blocked Mr. Worthington before...
the last person they texted:
@ftcassia
Vanilla Latte : Board games or drinking games? // Iced Coffee : Do you like reading? If so, what’s your favorite book?
“Board games or drinking games?”
The question seemed arbitrary at best. “I am not a gentleman who partakes in either,” he answered. “My leisure time is spent in relative solitude. I prefer it that way. The only games that allow for this are those made for digital media consumption. I own a Nintendo Switch for that.”
“Do you like reading? If so, what’s your favorite book?”
“Of course I enjoy reading.” The words came off as dismissive. He couldn’t really understand people who didn’t like reading. “My favourite novel is The Ingenious Gentleman Don Quixote of La Mancha by Miguel de Cervantes.”
🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse
fight them.
⌘ - Your muse interlaces their fingers with mine (ruby)
“Hey--hey,” Nic said softly, grabbing Ruby’s hand and lacing her fingers with hers. It’d been a while since they’d had a movie night properly--but had she known that Coco was going to make both of them cry like babies, she might have suggested a different movie. Not that crying was bad--it was just...oof, this was not the movie she had anticipated. “How come we always find ourselves crying over these kind of movies? What does that say about us, Rubes?” She laughed lightly, wiping a tear or two from her eyes. “Next time we have movie night, can we please make it a comedy? I don’t know if I can keep doing this.” ( @r-bygrxxves )
when bad warlocks go good were you raised religious? what is your relationship with religion? // out of sight if you had to lose one if the five senses (sounds, sight, touch, taste, or smell) which would it be and why?
when bad warlocks go good were you raised religious? what is your relationship with religion?
Lia played with her fingers as she thought about the question. “Well, technically yes--I went to Church every Sunday morning growing up. Third pew from the back, left hand side. Jack and I always sat together--I’d beg Momma to let me sit by him and I don’t know if it was the spirit of the Lord on her or if she was just tired of me asking, but she’d always finally say yes.” Lia paused for a moment, a small grin spreading across her face. “Sometimes I’d purposefully forget my Bible at home so I’d have to share with Jack. I don’t know if Momma ever noticed--but I’m willing to bet Mrs. Whetstone did. It wasn’t my...smoothest moment but it worked. Well, worked in the sense I got to sit closer to him. I don’t think he ever realized it though.” A laugh passed through her lips as she shook her head. “After Church, especially in the summertime, Jack and I’d run to the local ice cream shop for a cone or we’d find out way to the convivence store for a blue slushee. That was the only reason I liked going to Church, in all honesty.” She tapped her fingers on the table as she thought about now. “Well, I don’t think I’m quite religious anymore--I mean, I don’t think God doesn’t exist, but do I sit and talk to him everyday? Also no. I struggle a lot with the concept of a God, because if that’s the case--why’d he make me go through all the stuff I did growing up? I don’t--I don’t know, the idea of “grow through what you go through” sounds find and all if you didn’t live in that kind of life. But I--I just feel like that’s kind of...cruel to do to someone.” She let out a rush of air and ran her fingers through her hair. “Plus the idea of unconditional love? That doesn’t--it doesn’t make sense to me. It really didn’t make sense to me a few months back, but even after I’ve done a lot of work thinking about it, it...it’s just hard for me to understand. So I wouldn’t say I’m really religious right now. Or really ever was.”
out of sight if you had to lose one if the five senses (sounds, sight, touch, taste, or smell) which would it be and why?
“I guess...smell? Except I don’t want to do that since taste is, like, 75% of what you smell. But I don’t think I’d ever want to not be able to hear or see or feel either--Can’t I just pick none of the above? I’d rather not lose any. But I suppose smell if I had too.
16. What is your muse’s most strongly held belief or opinion? Does it shape their behavior? How? // 17. What is your muse’s least favorite part of their job or their everyday life? // 18. What is your muse’s favorite part of their job or their everyday life?
16. What is your muse’s most strongly held belief or opinion? Does it shape their behavior? How?
“My strongest held belief?” Lia paused, her fingers running through her long. blonde locks. “Everyone deserves kindness, compassion, empathy--everyone deserves love. I think we’ve seen what happens when people don’t chose love: war, heartbreak, pain, betrayal, jealously, loneliness. It’s the world’s worst feeling to be without love, to not know how it feels to be apart of something much larger than yourself. And it doesn’t have to be romantic love either--I think we get that confused sometimes. Love is as powerful an emotion when its between two best friends or two siblings than it is between two romantic partners. The ancient greeks had multiple words for love--eros, philia, ludus, pragma, philautia and agape. Everyone seems to be fixated on agape--unconditional love--and its an important one, to be sure. But there is something to be said that the ancient greeks had six words for love, all specific to different aspects of the verb. Love is not meant to be a stagnant, never changing emotion. It’s alive, its dynamic, its shifts and adapts and challenges and supports. I want to be the kind of person that never turns love down--and to make sure everyone I meet gets to feel what love is. Even if they’ve wronged me. Because after all, there is no braver act in the world than to love because to love is to be vulnerable and to be vulnerable is to open yourself up for rejection. And what’s braver than that?”
17. What is your muse’s least favorite part of their job or their everyday life?
“Oh, by far my least favorite part of my job is the galas--which, I know, is kind of like complaining about something that everyone else wishes they could do. But trust me, I’d never let a single one of the people I love near these things--they suck the very life out of you. And certainly not on the arm of Mr. Worthington. Being paraded around like some sort of trophy is not someone anyone deserves unless they want it, but even so--it’s just such an...uncomfortable feeling. I’ve spent enough time with people staring at me on a stage for me to know when people do it in public. Being on display has never been something I’ve liked--and not when my boss is yelling at me for not smiling enough. Just...no, no thank you.”
18. What is your muse’s favorite part of their job or their everyday life?
A slow, soft smile fills Lia’s face and she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “Oh, that’s easy. My favorite part of the day is when I’m getting ready in the morning, coffee in hand and I’m searching through the closet for something to wear and Jack isn’t quite up yet. The whole suite is silent and I just...have this moment of wonder--is this really happening? Do I really get to spend the rest of my life with someone who makes me laugh over silly things and burns toast if I’m not watching carefully enough? Y’know, I’ve always wanted to be a princess--for a whole lot of reasons but mostly because living in a fairy tale always sounded so much better than my life as it were. But now I wake up in one every morning and go to sleep in one every night. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more like a princess than right then, in that moment where I sip my coffee and think about my life and how magical it truly is. I suppose fairy tales aren’t always about magic spells or fairy godmothers. The true magic in a fairy tale the happily ever after--your happily ever after. And happy it is.”
❛ Parfait’s may be the most delicious thing on the whole damn planet! ❜ -preston
“Well--I do love a good parfait. Like a nice little breakfast treat in the morning but you don’t have to be guilty about it because its good for you!” Lia giggled, nodding. “But most delicious thing in the whole world? I mean, I suppose--that’s your own opinion. I think that a trifle is slightly tastier--and I mean, I am partial to peach cobbler to be honest. But I suppose that if you’ve had the most delicious parfait in the whole world, than you’d be right!” She nodded a few times and looked over at Preston. “So, what was in this parfait that made it so dang delicious anyway?”
