is there a muse that you wish gets more attention?
if you HAD to choose, who’s your favorite muse?
which muse is the trickiest to get into character for?
is there a muse that not a lot of people roleplay with?
if you HAD to choose, who’s your least favorite muse?
which one of your muses have you been playing the longest?
which one of your muses has the most ships?
what is each of your muses otps? notps?
why were you drawn to each one of your characters?
which muse is the most fun to write for?
is there another muse you’ve been thinking of adding or writing for? who?
what is something everyone should know about your muses before interacting?
what’s a weird headcanon you have for each of your muses?
which muse has the most aus or verses?
can you sort your muses from youngest to oldest?
which muse is most willing to fight another muse?
do your muses get along with each other?
would you ship any of your muses together? who?
for each muse, is there a character you wish had a blog so you could interact with them?
have you ever considered making a multimuse/is it easier having a multimuse?
which muse is the most problematic towards other muses?
which muse is most likely to make new friends?
which muses’ fandom do you like the best?
is there someone playing the same muse/s as you and you really look up to them?
which muse do people send the most asks for?
which muse is most likely to have kids?
is there a rule that someone keeps breaking for your muses?
can you sort your muses from weakest to strongest?
which muse are you considering deleting?
most importantly, are you having fun playing each one of your muses?
One hand closed around her throat, fingers gentle at first. Her skin was so smooth, nearly ivory. He rather enjoyed the way she trembled beneath his touch. Her fear was nearly palpable and it was making it hard for Chance to control himself enough to make this last.
It had been far too long since he had felt the cool hardness of a blade in his hands and to say he had been a little lost without the carnage he craved was an understatement.
The first press of steel had the girl practically screaming and he smiled, content as he dragged the blade down from her shoulder to her clavicle. It wasn’t even deep enough to need stitches, but she had caught on to what he was doing rather quickly. She didn’t even beg, she just screamed and thrashed.
The hand left her throat in favor of gripping her hip, steadying her before he plunged the knife into her abdomen. He needed her as still as possible to make sure he didn’t hit anything that would end the fun too quickly. Not that it mattered because her pain tolerance was far too low.
Between the pain and hyperventilating, the girl was already losing consciousness and his interest was fading with it.
Still, Chance continued on, carving flesh from bone before carving a pattern into her skin. It was a signature. One he knew his family would recognize and that was all he really wanted out of this. The next one would be more fun, he would make sure of that. But for now, they would know he’s home and that was enough.
He knew her words were meant to be comforting, but they only made him feel guiltier for not having his shit together. They had all been through so much worse and were functioning people, so why couldn’t he manage it? He sighed, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine, Ava. You don’t have to worry. I’m always fine eventually.” Fine-enough, anyways, and that was good enough for him.
She knew that look and it had her sighing heavily. “Burying it too deep to feel it anymore doesn’t make it fine. Just like my great grandkids, you will eventually need to purge the shit you’ve gone through. You’re on an unstable level, and that… That’s the best place to be in to really heal, Jasper.”
“So then it sounds like you got all the good genes.” He was unfazed by the complicated relationship, too old and knowing too many immortal families to really question anything like that. “I’d offer suggestions, but I’m sure you’ll come up with something better.”
“Obviously.” He knew it came off as a little cocky, but he clearly did not care. “Glitter. Like, straight up fucking Kesha levels of glitter.”
As he clasped the necklace, a laugh escaped him. “Yeah, that’d give most people a headstart in that department.”
“My moms are damn cute too. I mean, technically one of them is my cousin, but whatever.” It was always fun to try to freak people out with that one. “Hmm…still missing something.”
