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secret files
From “ Secret Files” Meme
Henry has a single, deeply grease-stained piece of paper hidden between the pages of an old chemistry textbook at home. It’s a handwritten recipe for a simple chocolate cake with a heavy touch of cinnamon that he tasted only once during his early childhood. Every few months, when his hyperfocus leaves him too restless to sleep, and adrenaline shot aren’t enough, he shuts himself in the kitchen, measuring out flour, cocoa, and cinnamon down to the exact milligram using his digital forensic scales. Yet, despite his flawless execution and chemical precision, the taste never matches the warmth of his memory. Maybe it does not have to do with numbers.Maybe he lacks the warmth needed to get it right. Maybe more than that.
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🛋️ What’s your ideal RP writing environment (music, silence, chaos)?
From “ Munday Questions” Meme
// I do like silence to work, to hear my thoughts but to hear as well the meanings in the silences of my characters with sensitivity, not all of them are prone to let themselves be vulnerable, but those are specific moods I get in that needs some soundtrack, mainly when I am needing some heartwarming comfort, or when my characters need some encouragement to act confident and/or vulnerable. Chaos can bring me creative inspiration, no doubt, my mind absorbs so many possibilities, it swirls with ideas, but I am not able to concentrate at all in chaotic circumstances where I have to divide my attention in different conversations, happenings and all and not be able to sit down to organize those even if they are chaotic ideas, it holds its own order.
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Secret files
From “Secret Files” meme
When Henry first stepped into Seattle’s Major Crimes Unit, there was a very elderly lady who would show up every other day, begging them to reopen the case of her son who had died in World War II, claiming his body had been stolen before she could even see him. She had been coming to that precinct since before Henry was even a thought, to the point where she had become a cruel inside joke among the veteran investigators.
Henry, however, refused to treat her grief as a punchline. He spent consecutive nights tracking down the cold case, eventually locating the original microfiche records and the unindexed military transfer files hidden within a high-security government facility. The retrieval cost him the largest amount of his own blood he had ever surrendered in his life, using his essence to piece together the fractured echoes of a forgotten casualty.
With masterful, forensic precision, he painted a portrait of the son exactly as he may have been at the moment of death, meticulously detailing every war wound, shrapnel tear, and battlefield injury according to the recovered autopsy reports. It was terrifyingly realistic. Yet, just as terrifyingly realistic was the second portrait Henry painted—a depiction of the very same man in his own representation of heaven. Both portraits were delivered to the elderly woman. For the first time, she had a tangible body to mourn; a proof that her son had existed, suffered, and died, alongside a glimpse of his peaceful "present" to serve as a balm for her spirit.
Nobody ever understood why Henry looked so sickly pale in the following weeks, though harboring a rare, quiet happiness, or why the elderly lady never returned to the unit. The other detectives simply assumed she had finally passed away, unaware that to this day, a few classified folders still vanish from those high-security vaults whenever his red touch stains and unlocks the steel, giving a forgotten soul a place to rest.
send me " secret files " and i'll post a headcanon about my muse I've never talked about before
The day Henry Almost got there because he needed to gather some relevant info for a case nobody wanted to submit to.
📝 Do you prefer short replies or long, detailed ones?
From “Monday Questions” Meme
// I am naturally prone to writing long, detailed answers, and I do love to receive long, detailed ones. But I don’t mind shorter replies at all, and I hold an absolute admiration for people who are able to write concisely and be impactful, whether by using complex vocabulary or achieving it through simple words. It leaves me in awe. I do believe shorter or longer done is better than perfect and I try to remind that when anxiety hits me and I think people will not like my answer because is too long or too short.
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Send a 'Overcast Forecast' for a starter with my muse.
Why sinister? Why does everything have to have second intentions with you? You know, the distraction could be I could easily be thinking about muffins.
"Because if this is my dear Henry, I'm spitting in his coffee and seeing if he likes it. If it's not, I'm going to do the same— but charge you for it and let it get lukewarm."
"Spitting in my coffee is a health code violation, Luxe, and considering your reputation for using your desk, I would have to run a full toxicology screen on the cup just to survive the morning. If you are that desperate to mark your territory on my desk, just leave a clean note instead of contaminating my caffeine supply. At least it wasn’t my hot chocolate one, small victories. Now, focus on your ledger and keep your fluids to yourself."
Those gorgeous eyes roll and he smooths out the sleeves of his shirt, "Oh no, toxicology report. It's gonna say something like: mild venom and you'll die in five days. Whatever, dude. You need to hang a few days with some teenagers or my strays. Learn how to fuck around too since you won't go fuck." Meeting his gaze again, "My boss gave me the week off. No ledger to be wrapped up. I have a trip to plan for. In fact, he gave half the building time away just because he was too angry and broke his giant fish tank."
"Five days of venom sounds like an administrative nightmare I don't have time to log, Luxe." He lets out a short, dry chuckle, a brief bark of amusement that sounds effortlessly attractive under the laboratory lights. "Oh, darl—dude. You offend me. Teenagers? Strays? I do believe I have already handled way too many major crises in my short life to deal with that kind of immaturity, and I don't even know where dogs fit into this. That I don't fuck is your own assumption." Emerald eyes meet Luxe’s with sudden paradoxical soft intensity. "A fish tank? And you're alright? Uh-huh, I mean..." Henry trails off, instantly catching himself and clearing his throat to divert his gaze toward the paperwork. "A trip? To where— I mean, shouldn't you be planning it? Why are you even still here?"
"I take it you haven't been around children or younger people. Strays are my adopted kids. They speak worse than I do but behave better. Dogs— well, my grandson does wear collars. I think it'd be good for you. My assumption was correct last we spoke. Wasn't it?" He pokes even more at the ego. That's what he does. The question seems gentle enough but in true Luxe fashion he has to answer with a bit of snark, "Of course I'm alright. Marlowe wasn't furious. I know to flee the damn country when he is." A small pause, "Did you forget that I work mostly with nonhumans and other immortals? Marlowe is a leviathan, a type of merperson. He can be on land but not for long without salt water. So his office is half a giant tank to accommodate his size and the other is 'human normal' for us land walkers and him to transfer."
"I have all the plan I need to plan. Gonna be rubbing elbows with some witch family in Italy."
“Only the necessary…” and for a second his gaze went far away, and when it came back to his body, it was almost wistful before regaining its sharpness to meet Luxe’s. “Excuse me?” He let out a breathless, low scoff, a tiny, smooth sound that sneaked past his defenses like a quiet confession. “Do I look like a goo—Mate, you need to make some sense. One hour I am too repressed to your tastes, another hour I am so untamed I need to wear a collar? Make up your mind.” He turned away quickly toward the bookshelf as if looking for some title with maximum attention. “Assumptions.” He completely ignored the light pink flush on his skin, it was just the warm angle of the window light casting a trick. He adjusted a pen's position on the table, and not satisfied with it, he started to slightly tilt it around his fingers in a subtle circular motion.
Positioning himself right in front of his own desk, he leaned against the tabletop while rolling up his sleeves to his elbows in a clean, sleek gesture, leaving his toned forearms exposed. He really should have turned on the ceiling fan. Sharp emeralds casually cut purple ones. “No, it wasn’t.”
His eyes sharpened with curiosity. And then, he badly suppressed a quiet, trapped wheeze of amusement that hitching in the back of his throat. A sunny, wicked half-smile “Indeed, I always forget. Is he a good being, or am I allowed to laugh? I mean, the mental image seems very funny. Uhm, Italy…” but he never finished the thought. “You take care, alright? Stay away from Sicilian night. So…witches, huh? Happy meetings?” He offered a quick, playful eyebrow waggle, giving him a teasing, roguish look.
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Why sinister? Why does everything have to have second intentions with you? You know, the distraction could be I could easily be thinking about muffins.
"Because if this is my dear Henry, I'm spitting in his coffee and seeing if he likes it. If it's not, I'm going to do the same— but charge you for it and let it get lukewarm."
"Spitting in my coffee is a health code violation, Luxe, and considering your reputation for using your desk, I would have to run a full toxicology screen on the cup just to survive the morning. If you are that desperate to mark your territory on my desk, just leave a clean note instead of contaminating my caffeine supply. At least it wasn’t my hot chocolate one, small victories. Now, focus on your ledger and keep your fluids to yourself."
Those gorgeous eyes roll and he smooths out the sleeves of his shirt, "Oh no, toxicology report. It's gonna say something like: mild venom and you'll die in five days. Whatever, dude. You need to hang a few days with some teenagers or my strays. Learn how to fuck around too since you won't go fuck." Meeting his gaze again, "My boss gave me the week off. No ledger to be wrapped up. I have a trip to plan for. In fact, he gave half the building time away just because he was too angry and broke his giant fish tank."
"Five days of venom sounds like an administrative nightmare I don't have time to log, Luxe." He lets out a short, dry chuckle, a brief bark of amusement that sounds effortlessly attractive under the laboratory lights. "Oh, darl—dude. You offend me. Teenagers? Strays? I do believe I have already handled way too many major crises in my short life to deal with that kind of immaturity, and I don't even know where dogs fit into this. That I don't fuck is your own assumption." Emerald eyes meet Luxe’s with sudden paradoxical soft intensity. "A fish tank? And you're alright? Uh-huh, I mean..." Henry trails off, instantly catching himself and clearing his throat to divert his gaze toward the paperwork. "A trip? To where— I mean, shouldn't you be planning it? Why are you even still here?"
Why sinister? Why does everything have to have second intentions with you? You know, the distraction could be I could easily be thinking about muffins.
"Because if this is my dear Henry, I'm spitting in his coffee and seeing if he likes it. If it's not, I'm going to do the same— but charge you for it and let it get lukewarm."
"Spitting in my coffee is a health code violation, Luxe, and considering your reputation for using your desk, I would have to run a full toxicology screen on the cup just to survive the morning. If you are that desperate to mark your territory on my desk, just leave a clean note instead of contaminating my caffeine supply. At least it wasn’t my hot chocolate one, small victories. Now, focus on your ledger and keep your fluids to yourself."
munday questions
📅 How long have you been roleplaying, and what got you started?
🌊 Do you prefer plotting everything out or going with the flow?
🪞 How similar are you to your muse(s)?
🎭 What’s your favourite genre to roleplay (angst, fluff, horror, etc.)?
💖 What’s a trope you love and will never get tired of?
🚫 What’s a trope you avoid or dislike?
🎧 Do you associate songs with your muse(s)? If so, share one!
🥹 Do you ever get emotionally affected by your threads?
🛋️ What’s your ideal RP writing environment (music, silence, chaos)?
✨ What’s your favourite thing about your muse(s)?
⏳ How long does it usually take you to reply to threads?
📝 Do you prefer short replies or long, detailed ones?
🏆 What’s your proudest thread or RP moment?
🌐 Do you enjoy crossovers with other fandoms?
🕵️ Do you stalk blogs before following them? Be honest.
💕 Who are you having the most fun writing with, at the moment?
😶 Are you shy about approaching new RP partners?
🌟 Where do you get inspiration for your writing?
🖼️ Do you make edits, moodboards, or playlists for your muse(s)?
😭 What’s the saddest scene you’ve ever written?
✈️ If your muse(s) could go anywhere, where would they go?
🎁 What’s a random fun fact about you (the mun)?
💻 Do you RP mostly on mobile or desktop?
🌙 Have you ever stayed up way too late just to reply?
🎲 Do you like doing random starter calls or planned plots more?
🤔 What’s something you’ve never tried in RP but want to?
✍️ Has your writing style changed over time? How?
🎯 Do you set personal goals for your RP (activity, improvement, etc.)?
🧪 Have you ever experimented with a completely different writing style or format?
🧑🎨 Do you prefer original characters, canon characters, or a mix?
📊 How much research do you do for your threads (if any)?
🔐 Do you keep secrets about your muse(s) from other writers on purpose?
✏️ Do you write outside of RP (stories, poetry, etc.)?
⛰️ What’s the hardest part of roleplaying for you?
🧱 What helps you get out of writer’s block?
📐 Do you prefer long-term threads or short interactions?
🚪 How do you usually start a new thread? Dialogue, action, or description?
⛓️💥 Have you ever taken a long break from RP? What brought you back?
🧠 Do you believe muses “have a mind of their own”?
✂️ How much do you edit your replies before posting?
🎬 Has any media (show/movie/game) recently inspired your RP?
🌀 Do you enjoy chaotic threads or calmer, character-focused ones?
🌱 How do you develop your muse(s) over time?
⚡ What’s something small that instantly makes you excited to reply?
📥 Have you ever adopted ideas from other writers into your own headcanon?
⚔️ Do you like conflict-heavy plots or softer dynamics more?
🪫 How do you handle losing motivation for a thread?
📦 If you had to move your RP somewhere else, where would you go?
🛑 Do you have any RP boundaries or topics you will not write?
😤 Do you have any pet peeves when it comes to RP partners or threads?
💌 Do you prefer people to DM you for plotting, or just jump into asks/starters?
🔄 How do you feel about dropping threads vs. pushing through them?
🫶 What makes you feel most appreciated as an RP partner?
👤 Do you ever write characters very different from yourself on purpose?
📚 Do you reread your old threads? Why or why not?
🎮 If your muse(s) were in a different genre (fantasy, modern, sci-fi), what would change?
Get To Know The Mun
Some questions to get to know the Mun behind the blog better!
Questions taken from this generator
What is the most recent movie you've seen?
What's a favorite movie from your childhood?
If you could be any mythological creature, what would you be and why?
What is the most recent concert you've been to? If you've never been to a concert, who would you like to see perform?
If you were to start watching a new show, which one would you choose to watch?
Have you ever had (or do you have) a question you're afraid to ask because you think you know the answer to it, and it isn't what you want to hear?
What's one thing you're interested in that most people who know you might not know?
If a genie gave you three wishes, what would you wish for?
What's one bad habit that was hard for you to give up?
What has been the most difficult thing you've had to learn to do?
Have you ever had a first impression of someone that turned out to be wrong?
What's one book you've read that you would say has greatly impacted your life?
What's one thing you would choose to never experience again if you could?
Who is a person, or a group of people, you feel like you understand now better than you used to?
Do you think honesty really is the best policy?
What app on your phone could you not live without?
If your life were a movie, what song or type of music would play during the opening credits?
If you had to choose one, which TV show character stereotype would you fit into?
What is your least favorite word in the English language?
What's one current fad that you just can't wait to see go out of style?
What modern invention, app, or technology do you see as your biggest time saver?
If you had to dye your hair a different shade or color, what would you choose?
Pretend you magically never had to do any more housework of any kind. Are there any tasks you would honestly miss?
What's one fictional character you've found yourself relating to very well?
What's one of your pet peeves?
What is your least favorite holiday?
If you had to write a book, what would it be about?
Do you have any childhood heroes that aren't your heroes anymore? If so, why aren't they?
Do you ever talk to yourself? What do you talk about?
Do you consider yourself more of an introvert or an extrovert?
TEXTING STARTERS
Let’s text! feel free to make edits to better suit your muse’s voice/typing style/contact names, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post. 💛
[ text ] are you awake?
[ text ] it’s been three days! why haven’t you been answering your phone?
[ text ] are you ignoring me?
[ text ] can you let me in? I’m out front.
[ text ] are you okay?
[ text ] I miss you.
[ text ] are you at home?
[ text ] did you get home safe?
[ text ] where are you?
[ text ] what did you do?
[ text ] how did you get this number?
[ text ] can we talk?
[ text ] hey, is this [ name/wrong name ]?
[ text ] are you drunk?
[ text ] do you also hear thunder outside?
[ text ] text me when you get home safe.
[ text ] are you in my kitchen??
[ text ] stop lying to me!
[ text ] what the hell happened?
[ text ] why do you only text me at 3am?
[ text ] okay, that’s it. I’m coming over.
[ text ] do you want to come over?
[ text ] stop shutting me out.
[ text ] come over.
[ text ] are you lost?
[ text ] do you want to talk?
[ text ] rough day, huh?
[ text ] can you bring snacks on your way here?
