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for the mun, 14, 20
14. your favorite rp friendship !
in this rp, i have a lot of love for draco & mafalda ! i think they’re so neat. love to have a lot of laughs about them. i also wuv soft gf & jock gf so much. everyone’s favorite dynamic duo.
20. your first rp character !
from what i can recall, she was a daughter of zeus with a super, like, metaphorical name. i think she was bio. sometimes i can still hear her scream. no love for her in my heart, rest in pieces.
what is ur fav thing abt uncle igor rip in peace
“his funny little beard,” the memory of it ( and the way his uncle would dramatically twirl it around his finger, as if it made him a bond movie villain ) makes niko laugh, hollowly. “i would poke fun at it, often,” cruelly, he didn’t add, “and he would tell me, ‘nikolai, shob tebe deti v’sup srali.’ we had good times.”
VERITASERUM / MEME NIGHT, ACCEPTING !
poppy and bluebell!
poppy : what comforts your muse ?
escaping reality, whether it be reading some fantasy novel that she's read a hundred times over or losing herself in the stitches of her crochet. for someone to comfort her, then fresh baked bread. everytime.
bluebell : does your muse learn from their past , or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?
minette is constantly trying to learn and put into practice, however, whilst she may seem to learn. she doesn't. she always repeats.
rose & violet!
rose : how much does your muse value other people ? do they wish to have many friends , lovers , and/or associates ? are they an easy person to love ?
gwen is not an easy person to love in her own eyes, but max would often tell her that she was like a breath needed to live. she was simple and easy to let a heart take hold of. as for valuing other people, she doesn't show it, but the mediwitch has a big heart for people - with saying that, she is simply floating through life until she passes. if she gains new people in her life, then she will accept them, however, she won't go looking for them.
violet : how does your muse respond to betrayal ?
she's still a yaxley in her genes and it definitely comes out when a betrayal has been sown. she won't be one of those to argue or throw a fit face-to-face, no. gwen would slowly and slightly belittle, whisper rumours and spill awful secrets (whether true or not, well who cares) - a great example was of her time at beauxbatons when another girl had been her friend only to get close to her max. that was a no-no. gwen's pretty sure she's living in romania now.
hibiscus & lavender <3
hibiscus : how does your muse view the gentler , daintier things in life ? as things worth preserving & caring for , or things only bound to wither & disappear ?
as moira is gentle and lovely incarnate, she views these things as something to be preserved and nurtured. to be soft, kind and caring is not weakness in her eyes, but strength in such a cruel and uncaring world. for all she has seen and had done to her, moira does not wish for basil to grow up without the necessary understanding of these things. especially because he is a soft boy.
lavender : how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ? once their trust is broken , how might one go about mending it ?
i won't lie, it is quite easy. if you are nice and listen to her babble then there you go - some would say she is a little too trusting. yes this has gotten her in trouble, and yes this will most definitely still get her in trouble. if her trust is broken, it would be wise to give her space before attempting to fix it with small talk and baked goods.
prompt: tell anyone and i’ll maim you. for: closed to kaela karkaroff. ( @taciiturns ) location: tbd.
brows lift; less in surprise, more in bemusement. the conversation is so far going as well as expected, but then, is that much of a surprise? most of her interactions with kaela thus far, be them over the karkaroff breakfast table or weeks after werewolves descended from every direction, have been complicated at best. ＂ strangely not the first time somebody has said that to me. the last guy was taller though. ＂ honest words are no more than a desperate attempt to lighten what feels like an overwhelmingly tense atmosphere. dark humour as opposed to mocking. it took bigger threats than maiming to send a real shudder down her spine. she grew up a macnair after all, though andie would be lying if she said the other’s presence didn’t still unnerve her. the next time she speaks, she opts to simply surrender. ＂ our secret, i promise. ＂ the events of the charity game are never far from her mind these days. they linger like a dark cloud hanging above her head; a constant reminder of how she almost failed marco in the worst way, had it not been for another intervening. andrea is in no rush to share that story with other people. however, there’s still an acknowledgement that needs to be made right here, just between them. the woman standing before her saved her son’s life and for that, andie owes her more than words can ever stress. ＂ can i at least say thank you? ＂ gratitude doesn’t even begin to cover it. she wasn’t sure anything would. it was a start though.
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: level eight, the atrium. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: closed to mikaela karkaroff ( @taciiturns )
a small flute of champagne is dwarfed by pax's hand as he observes the minister from the drinks table, a look of smugness almost forcefully placed upon his features as he watches the older karkaroff schmooze and act the minister the wixen world waited for. he'd laugh if he weren't surrounded by those blinded by his act. "i'll bet you 5 galleons he boasts about you during his speech, kaela," playfully elbowing the younger karkaroff, pax smirks.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: closed for mikaela karkaroff ( @taciiturns ) 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: the markus scarrs stall at the cadbury ren faire
dainty sandals rub at the heels of her feet as she stops by the markus scarr stall, one hand propping herself up as the other moves to tug and pull at the leather wrapping around worn flesh - she was already preparing herself for an ice pack and bandages later in her future - before sighing. minette moves to look at the stall she had decided was her support beam, eyes wide at the talent being produced. maybe she should get another tattoo. "talented artists, aren't they?"
