So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse).
The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must reblog and repost and tag 10 of your followers to spread the love (as well as add a question of your own to the bonus section). You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)
10 Questions:
1. What is your favorite word?
❝⠀⠀Stability.⠀⠀❞
2. What is your least favorite word?
❝⠀⠀Overpowered.⠀⠀❞
3. What turns you on?
❝⠀⠀...N-None of your business.⠀⠀❞
4. What turns you off?
❝⠀⠀You know those guys who are completely fucking insensitive to everyone else? And like, make everyone’s life a personal hell? Yeah.⠀⠀❞
5. What sound do you love?
❝⠀⠀Rustling leaves...? I haven’t thought about it.⠀⠀❞
6. What sound do you hate?
❝⠀⠀Oikawa complaining.⠀⠀❞
7. What is your favorite curse word?
❝⠀⠀Who knows.⠀⠀❞
8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?
❝⠀⠀Orthopedic surgeon or clinical lab scientist. Something in medicine.⠀⠀❞
9. What profession would you not like to do?
❝⠀⠀Math teacher. No thanks.⠀⠀❞
10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God(s) say when you arrive at the pearlygates?
❝⠀⠀You've been through a lot. Good work.⠀⠀❞
Bonus Questions:
1. Something most people don’t know about you?
❝⠀⠀I’m pretty flexible.⠀⠀❞
2. If you were one of the seven sins which would you be?
❝⠀⠀What was it... wrath, maybe.⠀⠀❞
3. Sexual Preference?
❝⠀⠀I... never really thought about it.⠀⠀❞
4. What position do you sleep in?
❝⠀⠀On my side.⠀⠀❞
5. What if someone told you…you HAD to lose, just this one time?
❝⠀⠀I’d call bullshit because we’re here to win.⠀⠀❞
6. If you were a mythical creature which one would you be?
❝⠀⠀I don’t know... werewolf, maybe?⠀⠀❞
7. If you could live in any sort of environment (with your choice of inhabitants, climate, etc.), what would it be? Describe it.
❝⠀⠀Anywhere with good weather and with all my loved ones.⠀⠀❞
8. If you could gain one super power (that you don’t already have), what would you want it to be?
❝⠀⠀Super strength.⠀⠀❞
9. If you had the choice between dying to save someone you love, or live on knowing you didn’t save them, which would you choose?
❝⠀⠀Um. I’m... not sure.⠀⠀❞
10. If you had the money or confidence to wear whatever you wanted, what would you wear?
❝⠀⠀More superhero t-shirts with leather jackets. Jeans are an unknown, even though my team says I look ‘smoking’ with them on.⠀⠀❞
11. Did you know gods of death love apples?
❝⠀⠀Is this another one of those manga references?⠀⠀❞
12.) How likely are you to betray your values or something that’s dear to you?
❝⠀⠀Highly rare. I don’t abandon something I believe in and something-- or someone I cherish. Not now, and hopefully not ever.⠀⠀❞
*13. If you had the chance to solve any world problem, what would it be?
❝⠀⠀I dunno. We’re doing pretty shitty on saving resources right? So maybe I’d try fixing that. However the fuck I could do that.⠀⠀❞
Kotori had bust into the first year classroom with a flyer in hand, sliding the door wide open during the students’ lunch break. “Excuse me, is there a Hitoka Yachi-san here?” she inquired breathlessly, having run the entire way from the second year section of the school.
“Who shall I make this out to? ‘Hitoka-chan the Matchmaker’ or ‘Hitoka-chan the Traitor to Karasuno because she just asked the Great Oikawa-san for his autograph’?”
“Whoa, that disguise is so good, I didn’t recognise you for a second!”
“Is that a good thing?” Oikawa asks, removing the cap from his head and sunglasses from his face. There’s no one else around, and he trusts Yachi enough not to blow his cover. He played a hilarious prank on his best friend and was trying his best to run away from the enraged spiker. “Oh, and if anyone runs by asking for me, please don’t sell me out!”
send “RIP” and I’ll write a drabble of my muse dying. || accepting
they say that the moments before you die feel like an eternity.
hinata was never really sure who “they” were, or how “they” knew that. but, he thought to himself, whoever “they” are
they’re right.
hinata can feel every moment with excruciating accuracy. he can feel the moment his foot slips off the pedal; can feel the way his wheel twists just a few degrees to the right and gets the chain caught; can feel the forward push of wind from an oncoming car as he’s thrown off the security of the bike path; can feel how his own velocity only serves to propel him further, harder into the windshield.
he can feel the shatter of glass under his body; can feel the snap of bone as he rolls over the aluminum front of the car. there’s a distinct squelch as one shard of glass punctures into his side, right below his stomach, drawing a pained cry from his throat.
he isn’t sure when he stops rolling, or how far from his bike he is when he lands. there’s the faint sound of screeching tires as all cars pull to a halt. he can feel the asphalt beneath his fingertips, the way that, steadily, something sticky begins to seep onto the calloused pads of his fingers.
is it his own blood?
he can’t tell, can find that it’s getting harder to focus on it as seconds drag on. will the team miss him? he had a test third period he was going to miss. what was it on? he swallowed, feeling the distinct flavor of copper building in his throat. his head hurt. what day was it? would they miss him?
when would they find out? he wondered if any of them would care. they never seemed to care before-- never offered wishes of safety as he’d set out for home. didn’t seem to care about the mountain and winding paths he had to ride over; the swerving roads and ragged floors. would they care?
