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“What- what’s happening?” The pain was intense, and all Melody could do was watch in horror as her beautiful tail vanished before her eyes.
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“What- what’s happening?” The pain was intense, and all Melody could do was watch in horror as her beautiful tail vanished before her eyes.
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💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand?
No, but he was once brought to a night club where some ladies tried to flirt with him. He got nervous and left.
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*offers popcorn*
“Thank you. Would you like to join me, Morgana?”
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King Roland.While the answer is beyond obvious, there is no better candidate as his jealously of the monarch stems back to their teenage years and has fueled his bitter and self-absorbed ideals for most of his life.In their youth they were inseparable and at times even considered each other brothers. It wasn’t until the two were separated for school that problems began to arise in their relationship.
While Cedric studied far beyond the efforts of other students - he had made no progress. Considered the worst of most of his classes and called a failure by his own father, Cedric couldn’t help but see the praise and adoration that Roland was getting from his family and peers for what seemed like nothing to him. As Roland became more and move invested in spending time with the other royals at social gatherings - Cedric was left behind. As his bitterness grew, Cedric became more and more anti-social - leading him to stop bothering trying to spend time with his former brother entirely outside his training and eventual work in adulthood.
All Cedric wants is the love and respect that Roland has for simply being born into his position.Perhaps the power as well.
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“Morgana what are you doing here?”
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✿: What is your muses favourite scent?
Roses.
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30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like?
Haddock likes pictures (paintings or photos, either way) of oceans and old sailing ships (a LOT of it is in his aesthetics tag). Music-wise, he prefers the more laid-back country genre, with acoustic instruments (considering electric ones weren’t a thing when he was alive).
31. Would your character be the kind capable of killing? Would they enjoy killing or only use it when necessary or, perhaps, refuse to kill no matter what?
After being in two wars, Haddock isn’t too keen on taking lives; that being said, threatening Tintin or Calculus’ life will get him ready to kill.
34. Does your character have favorite foods? (breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, etc)
He likes garlic bread, most types of meat (mostly beef though), and potatoes. Loves potatoes.
37. What are some of your character’s pet peeves? What are some things that annoy them or disgust them?
Getting his name wrong for one (LOOKING AT YOUR CASTOROILI). He’s not expecting people who know English as their second language to get his name right, no, but when it’s INTENTIONALLY mispronounced/misspelled? Well, he’s not very happy.Also, tapping on surfaces drives him nuts; he finds it really distracting.As for disgusting... he’s seen and eaten enough things to be tolerant of quite a few things, but one food that he’s never found appetizing was some types of balut.
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It was a clear night out as he walked along the rocky shores, his ship not too far away should emergencies arise. The moon seemed to be waning as the stars twinkled above him, everything seeming rarely peaceful for once.
Everything, save for what looked like the silhouette of a person off in the distance, about ten or twenty feet away. “Wha’n th’...?” Eyes narrowing, he continued walking, a hand absently gripping his pistol should he need it.
“Ey, ye thair near th’ rocks! Ye need anythin’ oot ‘ere?” he called out, eyes narrowing more in suspicion at the realization that... the person seemed to be in the water?