「ca·pri·cious」

adjective; characterized by or liable to sudden unpredictable changes in attitude or behaviour; impulsive; fickle ------- ❝ let me tell you a sad, sad, s t o r y ❞

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📢, 📊, [👨 👩] (parents can be combined if you want)

Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen?

Loud, loud, loud, loud! He doesn’t really have a preference on being the center of attention or otherwise, but...he ends up being in the center anyway, on account of that literal loud personalty. He’s the life of the party, always yelling and making his presence known. He’s got a reputation for this, too...and people actively avoid him.

Not just because he tends to be violent.

How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse?

This actually changes from day to day, depending on his mood and the daily events. One moment he’ll be singing the worlds praises and then next he’s cursing the worlds name and begging for change. So...it could be better and it could be worse.

What is your muse’s relationship like with their parents? Is it good, bad, or complicated?

Complicated, for sure. We don’t know much about them, but they were no doubt exasperated with Graham’s actions. The only real time we hear about them is when they scolded him for...dislocating his own joints. His mother rushed into his room when she heard him moaning in pain, so she was obviously attentive, but...to what extent?

We know Graham was often alone with his older sister, who often exhibited abusive and violent behavior-- she’s thrown him out of a fourth story window before and has hit him with a hammer. So, his parents obviously weren’t that attentive.

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abalone, aegerine, agate

what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

ev...erything.

though, apart from the usual wild mood swings, Graham is pretty uncertain how to deal with calm and quiet yet driven, people-- like Lua Klein. he also gets extremely guilty when it comes to killing, as well as when he realizes he’s being too much. feeling guilty isn’t a great feeling for him; you’ll be able to tell by the way he quiets down and kind of curls inward on himself (hugging his knees to his chest, covering his face, etc).

my muse's opinion of the supernatural

Graham’s relationship with the supernatural is...complicated. he’s used to certain types (the immortals and the homunculi), but still doesn’t completely understand them. aliens don’t sit well with him, though, because he has a very overactive imagination and thinks one of his dear friends has been taken over by a Martian. 

though, he’s very well read and knows of many fictional monsters-- vampires, werewolves, etc. so, if he meets someone that only comes out at night, he might mistakenly call them a vampire and rant about it for a while.

how my muse calms down

it either takes a lot to calm him down, or hardly anything at all. for one, Lua can calm him down by just asking him to, which absolutely baffles everyone else. however, he sometimes manages to calm down on his own, usually by getting out a lot of his energy or just by diverting his attention elsewhere.

some simple things that distract him/calm him down: a good meal, being in public places where he knows he can’t make a scene, books, calm voices.

[assortedrpmemes]

Thought-Provoking Headcanon Meme

Send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse. (Or answer in character. Whatever works for you!)

⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning? 🚑 - If your muse was the only person around and someone was injured, would they help? Would they have the experience needed? 💸 - What does your muse think of wealthy people? Do they resent them, or do they believe they earned what they have? 🆘 - What does your muse think of poor people? Do they think they’re a waste of space, or do they want to help them? 📩 - Does your muse prefer to physically write letters or send them online? What is their reasoning? 📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen? 📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse? 👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👩 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👧 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their siblings? Who do they get along with best? 👶 - If they have any, what is your muse’s relationship like with their children? Do they feel like they’re a good parent? 👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like? ⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time? ⌛️ - How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all? 🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these? 🚹 - How would your muse react to losing their father? How would they cope? 🚺 - How would your muse react to losing their mother? How would they cope? 🚼 - How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope? 💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope? 💔 - How would your muse react to losing a romantic partner? How would they cope? 🐜 - How does your muse feel about animal lives? Do they treat them the same way they’d treat a person, or do they feel they’re inferior? 🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it? 🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel? 💋 - How does your muse feel about people who cheat? Do they see a reason for it, or is it completely immoral? 🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for? 🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not? 🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could? 💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules? 🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?

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send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

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jookaa:

    ‘ mind if i ask the reason as to why? ‘ there was nothing particularly ‘special’ in akira’s book, though there may have been a deeper meaning beyond the surface.

“Oh?” Graham turns his attention to the stranger, oddly surprised that someone was interested. people usually avoided him! “You’re interested in the happy, joyful yarn I have to spin?” he sounds elated, like a child on Christmas who’d just received an amazing gift. “You see, it was a night just like this one when I met someone who changed my life entirely. It was like fate, like a gift from the heavens. Of course, that night I was bein’ beaten up by some no-good thugs, so today is already goin’ better than that one.

“Could it be that I am destined to meet someone amazing every time the night sky holds no stars? Are you the person I’ve been fated to meet this time?” he’s getting wound up; he raises the large wrench he carries around so it’s pointed at the stranger. “What do you think, hm? Do you possibly have what it takes to be as instrumental in my life as Boss Ladd?”

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“A starless night, huh?”

“It warms my heart in the most amazing of ways.”

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a young man in blue work clothes stands idly on the sidewalk, a large metal wrench held in his hands. he taps one end of it against his palm, producing a repeating soft thud as metal makes contact with his leather-gloved hand. he appears to be calmly lost in thought, bright blue eyes staring straight ahead but focused on nothing in particular. however, the dull hum of technology and overall brash noises of the cityscape assault his senses in a most brutal fashion.

the man suddenly curls in on himself, not unlike someone who’d just taken a punch to the abdomen. he groans, a dramatic vocalization of exaggerated pain.

      “Hhn--... This really is shapin’ up to be a sad, sad story.”

he slowly lifts his head to look up at the sky, still bright despite the late hour, and there is a troubled look in his eyes, as though he were about to ask God himself something very serious.

“Why...?” the word alone carries an exorbitant amount of pain, enough to cause concern of any passersby. “Why is it that I, Graham Specter, have been forcibly taken back to this place, plucked from my home as though it were nothing? Could it be that those scientists have some grand reasoning for abducting me yet again? Could it be that I am actually so important to them they couldn’t bare the thought of not having me here?”

the man named Graham Specter perks up considerably, very suddenly lifting his wrench to point it at the closest pedestrian.

“What do you think, hm? Do you think I might be a part of a bigger picture, an almighty puzzle piece?”

he grins, subconsciously trying to be friendly but only further conveying to the stranger that he is someone they probably didn’t want to get involved with.

      “I eagerly await your response.”

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hey there!

here’s a little rp ad for your favorite odd mechanic, Graham! cap is 3 for right now and they’ll no doubt take me a while-- he’s got one hell of a motormouth. please note that Graham’s subject to quite random and sudden mood changes, some of which can be violent, so if you’re adverse to that, he’s not the character for you!

[citta-alveare-deactivated201811]

Hello! Without a prior reserve, I'd like to re-app Graham Specter of Baccano!

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in apartment U-1!

You’ll retain everything from your previous stay!

Enjoy!

–Mod oo4

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lets face it:

rping first meetings can get kind of boring sometimes

therefore, this is an ad for pre-established relationships! antagonistic or friendly, I don’t mind–! and, if you’re not sure about this character, I’ll gladly explain! so, give this post a like and I’ll message you eventually, or just hop in my inbox!

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lets face it:

rping first meetings can get kind of boring sometimes

therefore, this is an ad for pre-established relationships! antagonistic or friendly, I don’t mind--! and, if you’re not sure about this character, I’ll gladly explain! so, give this post a like and I’ll message you eventually, or just hop in my inbox!

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sorry for disappearing for, like...an entire week. uni’s already kicking my butt.

anyway, I’m gonna try to get to stuff soon, but I have a paper to write soon so we’ll see! really sorry to keep people waiting!

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How's my portrayal? Leave an opinion in my inbox.

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Character Development Questions

Send me one or more and I'll answer these in depth questions

What’s an important lesson your muse has learned over the past few years and how has that changed the way they live?

How does the time your muse lives in influence their lifestyle? Are they happy they’re born in their time, or do they fantasise about a different era?

Does your muse focus mainly on one long term goal or multiple short term ones? What do they think about the reachability of their goals and what are they?

Is your muse an optimist or pessimist and how does this influence their choices?

Does your muse have any irrational fears that hold them back in life? Do they come from experience (trauma) or is it, for instance, part of a belief system they have?

Is your muse looking for a long term relationship? Are they in one? What do they think of marriage and binding themselves to someone?

What does your muse get out of relationships (be it friends, family or a significant other)? Do they find it energising or exhausting to keep up with?

How selfish/selfless is your muse? To what extent would they sacrifice themselves for others and is there anything they’d not give up?

What does your muse think of time/aging? Does getting older scare them? (Alternatively, for immortal muses: How does their immortality effect their relationships with mortals?)

Does your muse believe one should always work hard to get what they want or would your muse take a kind offer without feeling the need to repay it? What do they expect when they lend/give something to someone?

What are your muse’s thoughts on race? Are they biased/racist? Are they aware of discrimination; do they participate in it or do they ignore it? Are they discriminated against?

Is the way your muse sees themselves similar to how others see them or is it (very) different, due to mental illness/keeping secrets/etc.?

When faced with a tricky situation will your muse be proactive or passive? Will they, for instance, try to get involved when they’re not or will they try to get away when they are?

Do they take control or give control or do they believe in sharing power? What are their thoughts on control versus submission (either sexually or in relationships in general)? What do they think of authority?

How materialistic are they? Do they often throw things out or are they hoarders? Do they store their memories in their heads, in photo albums or in countless of boxes of belongings in the attic?

Are they addicted to anything at all? Do they crave something when they haven’t had it in a while? Has this ever endangered them or others?

What prominent habits does your muse have and how would they respond if they were forced to change them? Are they adaptable or dependent on their routines?

What skills does your muse have and how did they come to have them? Was it hard work to learn them? What do they use their skills for? Are there any skills your muse wishes they had?

How concerned are they with their appearance and how do they regard the appearance of others? Do they find it important? Do they enjoy aesthetically pleasing people?

What does your muse think of secrets? Do they keep many or a few and what is their motivation to keep something secret? Have they ever been hurt by a secret someone else kept from them?

[blackatdp]

One man can only take so many blows to the head, Boss.

[mogequeen]

I Hear You Like Psychos

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mogequeen:

“Moge-ko thinks you’re annoying.”

A simple answer, with a simple face. Disgust was possibly close to the reaction she had to him, but it was doubtful she could even feel such a feeling. Moge-ko simply hated him rambling on in ways that were probabaly only being used to make him seem smarter than she was. It was just like the stupid defect. And she really hated him.

“But, buuut, since you’re heeeere, how about you be my new toy! Hm? Hmmmm? Moge-ko thinks that’s a greaaaat idea! She’ll staple your annoying mouth together then make you into an amaaaaazing doll!”

And so, the cat-girl picked up one of the bodies she’d caused to hit the floor. Unluckily, this one was till slightly alive. Grabbing the back of the person with her free hand, she pushed her fingers through the squishy skin, passed the tough muscle, around the tingly nerves, until she finally reached the bone she’s looked for. And with a quick pull, and a glorious snap, the slightly red tinged spine was not in her hands. With what she’d looked for properly retrieved, she threw the remains of the body to the ground, which crumpled without the support it needed.

“Mogegege, come ooooon, let’s play lots and lots and loooots!” she said, dragging the tip if the spine through her teeth to sharpen it. “Moge-ko aaaaalways loves new playthings! She’ll make sure to take eeeextra good care of you! Mogegege, mogege~”

still, he gave her nothing but a steely calm gaze. the only thing that changed was that he now twirled his wrench around in his hands, focusing on both her and the movement of his tool, thinking of the words he wanted to say. or, perhaps it wasn’t the words he was thinking of, but the subject, pulling from a vast library of knowledge-- except all the pages of the books were mixed up.

“I can see now that you’re no ordinary murderer... You know, in history, there’s been a lot of serial killers and the like that’ve been quite impressive! Jack the Ripper, H.H Holmes, Ice Pick Thompson even, among many, many others, of course; and, they all executed things in a way that would make them memorable throughout all of history. Yet...you’ve gone and massacred people in such a way that’s hard for me to comprehend. This brutal display isn’t good enough to make the record books... Hhn, this is a sad story...! You will never go down in history!”

in his increasing agitation, Graham had begun to throw the wrench up in the air and catch it again, over and over with the speed of which he did it only growing faster. but, when it came down again, he simply held it, gaze down at the pavement under his boots, shoulders hunched as if in absolute misery.

“Truly...truly this is a tragedy... Though, I suppose if you’re only doing this for fun... Ah!”

his posture straightened, eyes lighting up as if he had won the lottery.

“I’ve got it! You had no aspirations to make the records in the first place. Indeed...you’re only doing this for fun, that I can see very clearly. The style in which you’re killing reminds me of someone I consider to be dear to me... Boss Ladd enjoys slaughtering in a brilliant rage and stepping in puddles of blood that he himself caused... Hhh... And that brilliance can never be matched by the likes of you!”

his voice rises in a new addition of anger, brain jumping to the conclusion that she was trying to mimic his dear Boss simply because he couldn’t think of anything else to explain it. never mind that she’d removed a mans spine with her hand and sharped it with her teeth-- those very teeth reminded him of the ones in the mouth of a man he didn’t quite care for...which only made him angrier.

“I won’t allow it...!”

and he charged forward, towards her, arm swung back as he prepared to try and hit her. he brought his arm down in an attempt to hit her, the movement accompanied by a yell.

“I WON’T EVER ALLOW YOU TO TARNISH THE REPUTATION THAT BELONGS TO BOSS LADD.”

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unclebingo:

     Things were looking promising already.

     Working at the asylum was a strange thought, in itself. The notion of having stable employment (if it could even be called that) seemed surprisingly tame, even in such an institution — at least until he ventured into the more.. questionable wings. But someone had to keep the place together, get it started, let it grow— and so he intended to keep to his job. After all.. it would lead to far greater things. The Joker had found the city full of anarchy, already. Out of control. 

     Breaking patterns always did help.

     “Why, hello there.”

     He found himself faced with a new recruit. The guy looked young, at least in comparison to other workers, but that would surely make things all the more interesting. Glancing over him, the Joker idly reached to run gloved fingers through his hair, tugging wavy green locks aside. His stare didn’t move away. “Welcome to paradise.” Already, he was on a roll. No time for introductions, Graham knew full well who he was, and there was no time to be wasted. “Look, I know you just got here, so.. it’d be good.. if you got a look at the place, hm?” Moving past the blond, Joker glanced back at him — before immediately waving him along.

     “C’mon, there are some things you’ll wanna see.”

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official jobs were not usually up his alley. while he had one at one time, he’d very quickly found that he favored the...not so official. otherwise known as illegal jobs. of course he realized his wrongdoings, but in his mind, every wrong thing matched up with a good thing, so he must be doing something right in the long run! so, it was difficult for even himself to say if he understood what he was getting himself into. official...or illegal? indeed, his new job seemed to walk the very line that separated the two.

and it intrigued him so.

he held the large wrench he always had in his possession horizontally behind his neck, a wrist draped over each side as he eagerly fell into step behind his new boss. a peculiar person, he supposed, but the very fact that he was surprised upon meeting him was a good thing. humans deserved to be surprised sometimes; it broke up the monotony that tended to overtake things.

   “ Sure thing, Boss. I was thinkin’ earlier how this place kinda reminded      me of one of those rick folk’s houses on Millionaire Row mixed with the      haunted houses they put up on Halloween, so I hope I’m right in assuming      that there’s lots of interesting things hidden behind these very walls!      The workplace defines the very essence of the job itself.”

and there he goes, talking like he’s qualified to speak about those things.