#sxtiles

[theoverlooked]

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🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought?

Jennifer does occasionally allow her thoughts to drift. This comes most often when she’s moments away from sleep, but occasionally while she's out people watching. Her gaze will track a certain person and she’ll wonder briefly about them, imagine up the life they’ve led and their ambitions, their hopes and dreams. Try to guess how that person would feel about her and if she could fool them into caring about her, what this could bring her...

And then they’ll be gone. Jennifer will have gotten so wrapped up in her thoughts and musings that she’ll feel a slight irritation the person dared leave before she was done. But then another body will cross her vision and the games begins anew.

Until she feels that spark of a good candidate. Then a whole different kind of daydream planning begins.

[this-little-kitsune-blog]

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♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them?

Kira has little scars all over her hands and fingers, faded and barely noticeable. The tiny marks are from years of paper cuts, nervous biting of fingers and nails, and blisters from hours spent writing stories that she couldn’t not pick at.  

The biggest scar on her body is on her knee, not that anyone ever has the chance to see it with her affinity for skinny jeans and opaque tights. The healed over scab, the size of her pinky finger, is from her first bike ride during a storm. Storms had fascinated her since childhood, but they’d never called to her more than they did after her grandfather passed. She’d been such a young thing, unaccustomed to feeling strong emotions, small body barely caging all of the emotions and hormones that raged at that age. But there was no room for raging emotions and torrents of tears in her quiet household, where everything was always quiet, controlled. The storm that night was her home’s polar opposite. It seemed like the perfect escape, standing in the thick of it and screaming all her pain away. No one would be able to hear her over the thunder and pouring rain. She hadn’t even biked very far when her tires skidded on the slick black surface and sent her flying. The scab on her knee was disgusting, her tights were ruined, and her body ached like it’d been run over by an 18-wheeler. But that was okay.  She cried, really cried, for the first time since he died, and while she didn’t exactly feel better, it helped get rid of the feeling that she was suffocating from suppressed emotion. Her body was in agony for weeks afterwards, but she’s never regretted the fall or the scar. If anything, she cherishes it. 

[petrcvaflame]

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Answered here!

[silverargentvalkyrie]

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Allison wishes that she was as forgiving as her father. Deep down, she can’t help but harbor resentment against those who’ve crossed her. Allison wouldn’t cast any ill intent or harm on the person but the trust would be destroyed between them. Trust means everything to Allison. To forgive someone after something so bad--voids the need for trust. Allison grew tired of giving an inch and the world taking a mile.