My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.
Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!
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@the-littlest-homunculus
My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.
Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!
🔪 A fierce, swirling whirlwind, throwing knives clutched between his fingers, ready to attack at any moment 🌬️ @syn-vetra 🐺 (He was in Central looking for his father during the Promised Day)
He was currently going through Central, going as fast as he could so he could move on with his father’s final plan. The day had finally come, and Pride wasn’t looking where he was going. Not like he needed to, anyway.
@syn-vetra
If Papa was anywhere in Amestris, he would be here. Dmitri had no idea where he was going, or even what the military headquarters looked like, but he was sure he’d know it when he saw it.
The wind swirled around him, pushing him forward so hard that it almost sent him toppling into the street.
He turned a corner and slammed into another person, and his hood flopped into his face.
Dmitri yanked his dagger from his belt, swinging it wildly as he batted the hood from his eyes.
@the-littlest-homunculus
When Pride was slammed into, he had stumbled slightly, quickly steadying himself as the other’s face was obscured.
Noting the dagger, Pride was ready to attack, but first was wanting to see what the other was doing there.
He had reached forward to remove the hood, his arm being hit by the dagger in the process.
When the hood was out of his face, he saw that the other was a little boy, several years younger than himself, if he had to guess.
But something about the look in his eyes told Dmitri not to lower his dagger. Vicious, cold, knowing, those weren’t the eyes of an innocent little boy.
“Who are you?” he snarled.
@the-littlest-homunculus
Pride simply stared, keeping his hit arm down as it sparked and healed. He growled, having places to be that wasn't in the streets of Central.
Shadows slowly sliding around his feet, Pride stared up at the other.
Hesitant to respond, he decided to go with the truth, figuring there was no harm in doing so. It was the Promised Day, after all.
"It's Pride. What are you doing here?"
HC: dreams 😴
Perhaps he dreams of what he's going to do next in the plan, or maybe, even of his parents.
send me ‘ hc ‘ + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.
[“You do realize what time it is, right?”] Ghost can't talk, so it just taps its wrist as if pointing at a watch 👻 @little-wandering-soul
Pride wasn’t expecting anyone to really be out here. He had slipped out late at night, while his adopted mother was sleeping. Watching the ghost tapping its wrist to indicate what it wanted, Pride had assumed that it couldn’t speak.
“I’m aware.” He assumed that’s what it wanted, anyway. He used his Selim voice, unsure of how he should act around it. “I came out this late because I figured no one would be around to bother me.” He wasn’t sure who this was, or why they were bothering him. Pride folded his arms as he watched them.
@little-wandering-soul
If he wasn’t tired, then maybe he’d like to play?
The ghost had found several dolls sitting primly on a shelf some time ago, as it was exploring the house.
It held up a hand to the boy in a wait right there gesture, and floated away to find the dolls.
*👻–👻*
It returned several minutes later with two dolls, one in red with blonde curls, and the other in a foreign-looking robe and with a cape of long, inky hair.
The ghost held the foreign-looking doll out to the boy.
@the-littlest-homunculus
He was about to continue his walk, before the ghost instructed him to wait, before leaving. He stood around, flicking a rock with a small shadow before making it vanish, and retracting his shadow once the ghost returned.
Pride took the doll he was handed, turning it over and inspecting it. Looking back up, he tossed it up a couple of times, not entirely sure on how one interacts with dolls.
“Uhm, do you want this back?” He soon asks, holding the doll back out.
Did he not like the foreign doll? The ghost accepted it, and held out the blonde doll.
It wiggled the doll in a mimicry of walking, then raised its arm and waved it. The ghost reached out and poked the boy’s blonde doll.
Play?
@the-littlest-homunculus
Pride took the doll he was handed once again, thinking about what he assumed it wanted. It’s not like he was doing anything, or was going to do anything, so he accepted.
“Do you wanna play here, or go sit down somewhere?” He questioned.
It shrugged. Anywhere was fine… The doll room! There were a lot more dolls there.
But how to get there… It was a straight path for the ghost, but the living couldn’t go through walls.
It told the boy to wait once more and hurried to the doll room, then scouted a path back, mindful to go only through doors.
Once back, it took the boy’s hand and pointed in the direction of the doll room.
@the-littlest-homunculus
Pride waited for a response, watching the ghost carefully as he knew it couldn’t speak, trying to see if it’d make any more gestures.
And it did! It told him to wait again. So he did, not wanting to seem rude. And, he was outside for a walk, but he was content on being outside at all.
Once it returned and took his hand, Pride watched the ghost, looking at it, confused, though trying not to show it.
“Where are we going?” Not expecting a answer, he was mainly just wondering to himself.
When they arrived at the doll room, the ghost shoved the door open and drifted in.
The ghost pulled a doll off the shelf. This one was egg-shaped and wooden, and rattled when the ghost shook it.
It rattled the doll for several seconds, and held it out to the boy.
@the-littlest-homunculus
Pride simply followed, looking around as he walked. Once they arrived to their location, he pauses in the doorway, looking around the room.
He hadn't seemed to notice the ghost holding out the doll, eventually looking forward, taking the doll and looking it over.
"Oh, thanks." He rattled it.
"Awww, look at you! You're so big now! How old are you going to be this year? Four-hundred? Oh, it seems like just yesterday you were turning one hundred!"
He shoots you a glare, considering something violent. His mother is downstairs, however, so there isn't much he could do.
Not to mention that he isn't getting any bigger.
With one ask, try to elicit a strong emotional response from my muse
Make them angry, scare them, or make them sad. Give them a shock or brighten their day. Fluster or frustrate or infuriate, it’s your call.
Bonus points if you know my character well enough to know how to get a strong reaction with as few words as possible.
*: ・゚✧ interrogation starters.
feel free to change pronouns etc as needed.
CALM / QUESTIONING.
“ tell me, what happened?”
“ did you see anything?”
“ what do you remember?”
“ do you remember anything unusual?”
“ please, try to remember as much as you can.”
“ every detail is important.”
“ and what happened next?”
“ and what did you do when all this took place?”
“ what were you doing around __ am/pm?”
“ where were you around __ am/pm?”
“ can anyone verify that?”
“ was someone with you?”
“ and you had nothing to do with it?”
“ and you weren’t involved?”
“ did you see it happen?”
“ did you see who did it?”
“ did you see or hear anything? anything at all?”
CARING / UNDERSTANDING.
“ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?”
“ did someone hurt you?”
“ it’s okay. you can tell me.”
“ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?”
“ we can take a break, if you want.”
“ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.”
“ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.”
SUSPICIOUS.
“ there is something you’re not telling me.”
“ i think you’re lying.”
“ you looked away just now when you said that. are you sure you’re telling the truth?”
“ except what you’re telling me doesn’t align with what we already know.”
“ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.”
“ what aren’t you telling me?”
“ who are you trying to protect?”
“ so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?”
“ they must’ve told you more than that.”
“ you have to have seen more than that.”
“ and you want me to believe you don’t remember?”
“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?”
“ an accident? is that what you’re going with?”
DEMANDING.
“ i need you to tell me the truth.”
“ i need you to tell me what happened.”
“ i know you’re not telling me the truth.”
“ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?”
“ stop lying. i already know that’s not what happened.”
MAKING A DEAL / ASKING FOR HELP / DEMANDING HELP.
“ what do you want in exchange for this information?”
“ i’m listening…”
“ you’re coming with me.”
“ since you’re the only one who knows how to find them, i don’t really have a choice but to take you with me.”
“ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything…”
“ i can’t give you that. you know that.”
“ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.”
“ okay. we have a deal.”
“ sorry. no deal.”
"I killed her." She said it with a grin and not a drop of regret. 🔪 @p-rowle-r (The blog will get going on the seventh)
Selim looked to the other, tilting his head, confused. There were a lot of "hers" in his life. His mother, Elicia, some of his mother's friends... but it didn't matter which one they were referring to, because any death would not be good.
He also couldn't tell if she was telling the truth, only assuming so because of her general tone, and the fact that murder wasn't a jokey subject from what he could tell. It's not like he was that old yet.
"Who?" He finally responded, shaking.
@p-rowle-r
🔪 A fierce, swirling whirlwind, throwing knives clutched between his fingers, ready to attack at any moment 🌬️ @syn-vetra 🐺 (He was in Central looking for his father during the Promised Day)
He was currently going through Central, going as fast as he could so he could move on with his father’s final plan. The day had finally come, and Pride wasn’t looking where he was going. Not like he needed to, anyway.
@syn-vetra
If Papa was anywhere in Amestris, he would be here. Dmitri had no idea where he was going, or even what the military headquarters looked like, but he was sure he’d know it when he saw it.
The wind swirled around him, pushing him forward so hard that it almost sent him toppling into the street.
He turned a corner and slammed into another person, and his hood flopped into his face.
Dmitri yanked his dagger from his belt, swinging it wildly as he batted the hood from his eyes.
@the-littlest-homunculus
When Pride was slammed into, he had stumbled slightly, quickly steadying himself as the other's face was obscured.
Noting the dagger, Pride was ready to attack, but first was wanting to see what the other was doing there.
He had reached forward to remove the hood, his arm being hit by the dagger in the process.
cracks in the armor
just like. emotional prompts, vague and used to express those moments where the muse is breaking down and the filter is gone.
" i screwed up... i-i screw-- i screwed up so bad... "
" i'm sorry! "
" i-i didn't mean for any of this to happen... "
" i can't believe i dragged you into this. "
" it's all true. all the awful things they said about me/you. they're all true... "
" it was me, okay?! i did it! i'm the reason why you're in this mess! "
" you deserve better than this... "
" none of us are getting out of this. are we? "
" i, uh... for the first time in my life, i don't have a plan. "
" i'm scared. "
" i killed him/her/them. "
" goddamnit! don't you ever do that to me again! i was terrified something had happened to you! "
" i... i am begging you... don't do this. "
" i just need someone to hold me. someone to tell me everything's going to be okay... "
" why are you even here?! "
" i break everything i touch! "
" i don't know what i'm doing... "
" you're still here. why? haven't you seen enough to know that's the biggest mistake you'll ever make? "
" i did this... "
" please... please, help me. "
" i... i had nowhere else to go... "
" i don't know how i got here. i don't... i just remember walking. and now i'm here. and you're here... "
" i... i did something really bad... "
" what have you done?! "
" you can tell me to go, i just... i just really need... i don't even KNOW what i need... "
" i'm a bad person. "
" you don't deserve any of this. i'm... i'm so sorry i dragged you into this mess... "
[“You do realize what time it is, right?”] Ghost can't talk, so it just taps its wrist as if pointing at a watch 👻 @little-wandering-soul
Pride wasn’t expecting anyone to really be out here. He had slipped out late at night, while his adopted mother was sleeping. Watching the ghost tapping its wrist to indicate what it wanted, Pride had assumed that it couldn’t speak.
“I’m aware.” He assumed that’s what it wanted, anyway. He used his Selim voice, unsure of how he should act around it. “I came out this late because I figured no one would be around to bother me.” He wasn’t sure who this was, or why they were bothering him. Pride folded his arms as he watched them.
@little-wandering-soul
If he wasn’t tired, then maybe he’d like to play?
The ghost had found several dolls sitting primly on a shelf some time ago, as it was exploring the house.
It held up a hand to the boy in a wait right there gesture, and floated away to find the dolls.
*👻–👻*
It returned several minutes later with two dolls, one in red with blonde curls, and the other in a foreign-looking robe and with a cape of long, inky hair.
The ghost held the foreign-looking doll out to the boy.
@the-littlest-homunculus
He was about to continue his walk, before the ghost instructed him to wait, before leaving. He stood around, flicking a rock with a small shadow before making it vanish, and retracting his shadow once the ghost returned.
Pride took the doll he was handed, turning it over and inspecting it. Looking back up, he tossed it up a couple of times, not entirely sure on how one interacts with dolls.
“Uhm, do you want this back?” He soon asks, holding the doll back out.
Did he not like the foreign doll? The ghost accepted it, and held out the blonde doll.
It wiggled the doll in a mimicry of walking, then raised its arm and waved it. The ghost reached out and poked the boy’s blonde doll.
Play?
@the-littlest-homunculus
Pride took the doll he was handed once again, thinking about what he assumed it wanted. It’s not like he was doing anything, or was going to do anything, so he accepted.
“Do you wanna play here, or go sit down somewhere?” He questioned.
It shrugged. Anywhere was fine… The doll room! There were a lot more dolls there.
But how to get there… It was a straight path for the ghost, but the living couldn’t go through walls.
It told the boy to wait once more and hurried to the doll room, then scouted a path back, mindful to go only through doors.
Once back, it took the boy’s hand and pointed in the direction of the doll room.
@the-littlest-homunculus
Pride waited for a response, watching the ghost carefully as he knew it couldn't speak, trying to see if it'd make any more gestures.
And it did! It told him to wait again. So he did, not wanting to seem rude. And, he was outside for a walk, but he was content on being outside at all.
Once it returned and took his hand, Pride watched the ghost, looking at it, confused, though trying not to show it.
"Where are we going?" Not expecting a answer, he was mainly just wondering to himself.
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Send my muse a dream!
🔪 A fierce, swirling whirlwind, throwing knives clutched between his fingers, ready to attack at any moment 🌬️ @syn-vetra 🐺 (He was in Central looking for his father during the Promised Day)
He was currently going through Central, going as fast as he could so he could move on with his father's final plan. The day had finally come, and Pride wasn't looking where he was going. Not like he needed to, anyway.
@syn-vetra
Send 🔪 to attack my muse!
Bonus points if you include what you attack them with
Father: All according to plan.
Pride: . . .You really planned for all of this?
Father: You can’t prove that I didn’t.