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magusmortuum · 7 months

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prompts for muses who are Little Shits™

for all the muses out there who like to mess with others!! mainly meant for platonic relationships, but can be used for romantic & antagonistic relationships as well! feel free to modify any pronouns, descriptor words, & objects for your needs!

FROM THE LITTLE SHIT.

words. ❝ how'd you like the fake spider in your room? ❞ ❝ hang on a second, i'm gonna record this — ❞ ❝ i took 20 bucks out of your bag last night. ❞ ❝ alright, that's it, time for the tickle monster treatment! ❞ ❝ oh, yeah? and what are you gonna do about it? ❞ ❝ i think i might have accidentally just hurt myself again. ❞ ❝ what makes you think you can possibly take me? ❞ ❝ outta the way, i was here first! ❞ ❝ sorry, i lost that a little while ago. ❞ ❝ hey, come on! it was just a prank! ❞ ❝ i'm seriously thinking about forcing that secret out of you. ❞ ❝ wait, did YOU say you wanted the last piece of pie in the fridge? 'cause i kinda just ate it ... ❞

actions. [ SING ] — sender starts singing raunchy lyrics around receiver [ WRESTLE ] — sender attempts to start play-fighting with receiver [ FINGER ] — sender flips receiver the bird [ LAUGH ] — sender tries to make receiver laugh [ LEAN ] — sender puts their full weight on receiver [ COLD ] — sender puts their cold fingers under receiver's shirt [ DRIVE ] — sender begins to drive very fast with receiver in the car with them [ FOOD ] — sender steals a bite of receiver's food when they're not looking [ BLANKET ] — sender pulls receiver's blanket off them while they're half-asleep [ PRANK ] — sender pulls a prank on receiver (bonus points if a type of prank is specified!)

FOR THE LITTLE SHIT.

words. ❝ hey, stop that! ❞ ❝ careful, i just got that new furniture. ❞ ❝ okay, okay, i'll do anything, just please stop tickling me ... ! ❞ ❝ god, you're such an asshole! ❞ ❝ i swear, if you do that one more time ... ❞ ❝ i didn't actually think it was that funny. ❞ ❝ aw, dammit, you broke it! ❞ ❝ you can't go 24 hours without having some kind of accident, huh? ❞ ❝ you just cheated! i watched you! ❞ ❝ if you even think about messing with me today, i will end you. ❞ ❝ are you drunk or something? because that was some of the weirdest shit i've ever heard. ❞ ❝ okay, i won't lie, that was actually pretty funny. ❞

actions. [ HEADLOCK ] — sender puts receiver in a headlock [ CHASE ] — sender chases receiver around in frustration [ RUN ] — sender runs from receiver to avoid being pranked/scared [ NUDGE ] — sender briskly nudges receiver in response to a snarky comment [ IGNORE ] — sender pretends to ignore receiver [ PULL ] — sender is dragged into pulling a prank with the sender [ CLEAN ] — sender begins cleaning receiver's mess [ WIPE ] — sender begins cleaning receiver's injuries after pulling a stunt that doesn't end well [ LEAVE ] — sender storms off in frustration after being messed with by receiver [ REVENGE ] — sender pulls a revenge prank on receiver (bonus points if a type of prank is specified!)

#meme;#// lol

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magusmortuum · 7 months

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"You."

Beyond a sharp pale gaze, the boy's blood simmered with an unspoken rage. He could feel-- He knew this feeling. Spirit. Or demon. He knew. He knew! Evil! A sharpness prickled the back of Vincent's spine, like a thousand tiny daggers piercing the very fabric of his being again and again with one word: danger. Fuck that.

"What's it this time?" His question seemed to pose as if he had some familiarity with the woman(?). Fucker was a tall bitch. Pity he couldn't shank them with the black blade where they stood. Too many eyes. His eyes motioned to the board, the digital scroll almost incomprehensible to him although the situation the way the horror eyed off the screen made some sort of sense. At least he fucking hoped it did.

"Some cunt got ya up to fuck with some poor sod for a few quid."

@magusmortuum asked: [ stare ] your muse staring mine down (For Lucifer or Mammon lol) / ❥ NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE .

Even though her gaze is averted ( drawn to numbers and figures, red lines falling, green lines rising; yet another report ), she can feel another's burning right through her. Or attempting at least and something about this very attempt is enough to stir irritation within her, blond brows drawing together at the mere audacity. Knowing that concentration now is a futile endeavor, she lifts her head to lock the child in the deep crimson of her eyes, his image adding to her growing annoyance. What is she, a babysitter? And thus she treats him like she would treat anyone bothering her. " What the fuck are you looking at? "

#helllords #// heh... this is really Q's son #// I do not excuse Vincent #// but he's as dumb as rocks #// he just has a lot of confidence

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magusmortuum · 7 months

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Vincent is and canonically always be even in adult "didn't lose his brother and/or become immortal" au's Lawful Evil.

#forgotten tomes ; canon #// and it's funny because Q's is only aligned as chaotic neutral and they're the “bad guy”

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magusmortuum · 7 months

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Coyote… Why did he always get found by the weird ones? He stared at them with a stunned perplexment. “Jesus… your parents really must’ve had hated you.” He muttered, giving a little snort. Not that he could talk. “Well, I’m Vincent. Nothin’ fancy.” He shrugged. God he hoped he wouldn’t get a nickname.

His brow knitted as Coyote turned and took off their jacket. He could see them scrounging around, and for a moment had the urge to lean over and pry, however, their movements were quick, and soon Vincent felt himself enveloped by the garment covering the bloodied grey tank. Heh. “Neat.” He was surprised he hadn’t actually taken his own tonight.

His eyes widened a bit with the questioning, flustered. Shit. “Oh… um. Yeah. I’m ain’t givin’ you their numbers.” Yeah, great, that sounds great. That was grand. He didn’t exactly count on them calling his bluff. It wasn’t like he call his dead on them at whim, and if he could the one asshole that could manifest to “normal” people looked like Ghost Rider fuck a shish kebab!— And he didn’t even speak English!

He tensed. Fuck. His hand reached for the knife in his belt. Just another stain on his soul– “OW!” A jolt. A rush of energy throwing the knife from his fingertips to clang against the concrete. His body turned sharply. A grim figure, dressed in studded leather, perhaps what was a younger man, worn and pale as death bent over stared at Vincent with a horrified look. The boy raised his arms to the red haired spectre, not really seeming to care what the stranger made of this. “What the fuck man?! I need to get rid of her.”

"Coyote. Like the animal donkeys hate. I'd give you a handshake if you weren't a mess." They shrugged. "The plan is to hang back until my friends come along. Did anybody else see you come in? There's not much we can do about the blood that got on you in case somebody else comes around. Hmm."

They turned their back on the boy, crouching to dig around in their jacket pockets, in an attempt to conceal his view of the contents of their pockets: a pack of Marlboro Reds, a lighter, a pocket knife, and a gun. As discreetly as possible moving them to the deep pockets of their tired military surplus cargo pants.

With all the not-kid-friendly stuff cleared out, they stood back up, turning around to throw the worn leather over his shoulders. "Sorry. It don't smell all that great but that should do it for now. There's a bandana in the inner left pocket if you wanna wipe your hands off."

"I'm a little worried about the conflict of schedules between my friends and your friends. Mine get a bit. . .territorial about this sort of thing." Coyote explained, even if they weren't sure how much they believed him. "How about you tell me your name and we can keep watch at the entrance until one of our friends shows up? But if mine show up first, I'm gonna need you to tuck yourself away, okay?"

They weren't all that worried about somebody rolling up to ask questions. A little bit of Mesmerism would send them on their merry way. Right now their main concern was making sure this boy was safe and accounted for. "Is there anybody I should call for you?"

#mxldito #// sorry coyote kid's an asshole

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magusmortuum · 7 months

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Old Compton Street Soho in the autumn of 1985 shows us a seedier side of London. Peep Show or Striptease anyone?

#aesthetic;

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magusmortuum · 7 months

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𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

cursing, violence, all that good shit. feel free to adjust as you please!

you never know what horrible fate your bad luck has saved you from

thank you for taking the job on such short notice.

you are getting the new and improved me.

you put peace out in the world, you get peace back.

you don't have bad luck.

it's good luck. it's all in how you frame it.

you picked me second?

you have the strangest requests.

hey, this is nice!

it's like I got a compulsion or something.

I have to take it if I see it.

a goldfish biscuit? I mean, I don't understand it.

why didn't you tell me to bring that gun?

you're bleeding, mate.

oh shit, who the fuck did I kill?

I don't bleed.

what the fuck is wrong with you?

they're adaptable, like me.

no one likes lemons.

what's the catch? there's always a catch.

oh well, look at this! sleeping beauty!

technically, we're outside contractors.

you ever watch thomas the tank engine?

I always bring my stickers with me, you know that.

I wanna fucking strangle you right now.

why do you always bring swords?

that wasn't our fault.

you sound nervous.

you're overthinking it.

you're under-thinking it.

my job is to keep you safe.

I plan on completing my job.

the case, go get me the fucking case.

he doesn't need a reason to kill people like you; he needs a reason not to.

that's fucking confusing.

you came here to kill me.

you're going to want to hear the whole story, or you'll be very, very sorry.

three words describe our situation right now; do you know what they are?

family's more important than money, right?

let me put this bluntly: there's this soulless psychotic leader with the largest criminal organization on the planet shoved right inside our fucking ass cheeks.

if you mention that one more time I'm going to shoot you in the fucking face.

he asked for pros who wouldn't fuck up.

what do you want?

I'm not in someone else's story, you're all in mine.

deny it all you want, but you work for someone who works for someone else, et cetera et cetera.

I don't know what you think I can do for you.

you're going to kill him for me.

you look so tense.

that sounds dark as shit.

nut up or shut up, bro.

right, so: slight change of plans.

you stabbed me?!

I came here for revenge.

can we just take a time-out here?

I will ruin your life the way you ruined mine.

you are fuckin' excused.

it sounds so easy when you say it.

I'm really good with faces.

we have to have a hard discussion about the caliber of people we're surrounding ourselves with.

why are we whispering?

this rude enough for you, you fucking prick?

shove that hat up your asshole, you hear me?

there's a gun underneath this table pointed right at you.

I' can't really hear what you're saying.

I'm just fucking with you, mate.

who the fuck are you?

you look like every white homeless man I've ever seen.

you shot me. you shot me twice.

I shoot a lot of people.

you also have a shootable face.

I've forgiven, I've moved on.

I've always been lucky.

every day is a fucking headache with you, innit?

what's your plan here?

I'd like to accept your offer.

simple is better.

I ain't got the time or the patience, let alone the interest.

are you following me?

eat a bag of dicks!

I'm not a diesel, you're a diesel.

jesus christ, you had a bit of a bosh.

would you describe me as someone who lives in perpetual anxiety?

wanna make an easy two hundred bucks?

is this like, a sex thing?

all right, game's up.

the innocent young girl act really doesn't get you very far if you're holding a gun.

I wanted to handle it myself.

you can't control what fate has in store for us.

we're not finished.

this is a complete waste of my time.

unlike you, I'm a professional.

get the fuck off my back, will ya?

we need to deal with that twat right fucking now.

be careful, something else is going on here.

I'm never wrong.

you shoot first, come up with the answers later.

you be careful.

we need boundaries.

I knew my luck would rub off on you.

if the gun doesn't kill him, the case will.

I brought you here to fail.

it's a stupid plan.

it's a brilliant plan.

whatever deal was made, it wasn't done with the normal channels.

there's something else going on here.

did you just say whack?

you're really proud of yourself, aren't you?

you sure you don't want to talk this out?

for what it's worth, you seem like a right fucking asshole and I'm glad you're going to fucking die with me.

why did you even bother trying?

I don't think they were in the market for fucking dildos and pantyhose.

I'll do what you want.

you don't know anything about life or how hard it is.

I haven't seen anything like that, I think I'd remember.

I still need a fall guy.

you got a better idea, do you?

I'm finding it very hard to follow this story.

I'm sorry, I get captivated by white girl tears.

I'm really good at reading people and something tells me that you are just not fucking right.

am I dreaming?

I don't know how to shoot a gun.

you are really good, you sure you didn't study?

how do you do that? it's really unbelievable!

I'm glad you enjoyed the performance.

take that, punk!

you bitch!

you gotta be better prepared!

I'm mansplaining again.

you don't seem like a religious person.

you want me to hold your hand?

are you lying on the ground in the fetal position?

how do you always know what I'm doing?

get off your fucking lazy ass and come here and finish the job yourself.

I want to look into your eyes when I kill you.

I'm so happy to see you.

please help me!

I'm sorry darling, I don't know who the fuck you are.

a pretty girl makes a good hostage.

keep your fucking knickers on.

there's been a diesel causing all sorts of fucking havoc.

it was you the whole fucking time!

what the fuck are you doing?

he said he was going to kill you and blame everything on you.

no one's going to hurt you.

we've got to go, right now!

I don't want to be alone, please!

it's not your fault.

you've got your whole life ahead of you.

make sure you do something that brings you peace.

you're not going to let me get hurt? be honest.

you're creeping me out.

I have survived much more and much worse than you.

I'll fucking kill him myself!

her intentions with you were not honorable.

a blind man could see you were the one in the dark.

I did not need to do anything; fate will do what it wills.

fate for me is just another word for bad luck.

I returned home and found nothing except ash and blood.

he had taken everything from me.

I went into hiding and I looked for a way to strike him out without endangering what I had left.

I did not think fate would ever give me the chance to make things right.

everything that's ever happened to you has lead you here.

that's a shit deal.

am I in hell?

where the fuck is my brother?

I'll shoot you in the fucking throat next time!

I'm fast to kick your ass, I swear to god!

we prepare together or we die alone.

if fate wills, I will get my revenge.

I'll get is the fuck out of here.

what are you going to do?

I'm going to buy us some time.

I came to see you and to make you finally see me.

I built myself up from the nothing you gave me.

I was the one who deserved your attention. your love.

you have never been part of my plan.

I got a bad feeling about this.

why does it always gotta be us to do this shit?

why do you do what you do?

nothing in life is an accident.

I will always come for you.

if you do not control your fate, it will control you.

why are you here?

I do not know why you are here, but move out of my way.

I'm sorry I shot you twice.

you are not ruled by strength, you are ruled by fear.

just let it go, bro!

what is with this fucked-up family?

you need some suggested reading, if I may.

was that karma?

did you come to rescue me?

did you need rescuing?

what's happening to your face? are you crying?

do you think maybe there was a little head trauma?

I think you were right about one thing.

maybe you've learned something after all.

take a fucking bow!

#meme;

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magusmortuum · 7 months

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Mini-canon: Vincent knows how to use modern everyday items i.e. phones, computers, etc. He's always tried to at least familiarise himself with progress despite his attempt to distance himself from society as a whole. He just doesn't have a use for it at the moment.

#forgotten tomes ; canon

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magusmortuum · 7 months

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A nice series of amateur colour images of Piccadilly in 1957/8. The films Blood of the Vampire and The Monster that Challenged The World are showing at the London Pavilion, these films was released in 1957 and 1958 so it dates these wonderful pics nicely.

#// before vincent's time #// however neon has always been an aesthetic for him #aesthetic;

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magusmortuum · 8 months

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Well. That went better than expected. Not that he was complaining. Vincent had made a lifetime out of learning “playing” the poor innocent child; although he hadn’t exactly lied about his predicament. The guy had tried to grab him; his reflexes had just been just a little sharper.

Vincent's gaze flickered back with silent bafflement as he ran over the other’s rambling. Wait? What the hell? Did this kid really say they had a clean-up crew? Christ on a stick! What had he stumbled into? No. No. No. This must have been a game? Surely. A trick. Aha! They were playing them. Damn, they might have actually been a cop. That’s right— But now they knew that they were playing them. Right?

The boy’s rush of paranoia made him tense and sneer at the older figure. A twitching finger tilts the blackened blade. He’d played this dance with the law before. It’d been a while though and the situation was different in ‘97, but he got out of that one.

His brow creased, stepping lightly around the corpse. He snorted at the question posed to him. Only a fool would admit that to being alone. “Fuck no. I’ve got friends. They’ll be around.” Granted they were dead and not around at the moment, but whatever. Little details. He shrugged, shoving the blade between his belt and well-worn jeans. He’d probably be using that again.

“So?” He slapped his legs. “You gotta name. Or a plan?”

Coyote dug their cellphone out of their pocket and rapidly began tapping on the cracked screen. "I'm going to call in some friends of mine and they're just going to come in, clean up, and take this guy away, alright?" And probably use his remains to create any manner of monstrosity. Not their jam but it was quick, free, and required no work on their part.

"Don't worry, you're not in trouble." They assured. At least not with Coyote nor their sketchy clean-up crew. Still they couldn't help but feel this entire thing was off but they didn't want to commit to the conclusions their paranoia was trying to sell them off.

There was a time they worked with troubled children, particularly teenagers. They couldn't help but feel a tenderness for the kid. Pale-eyed, dark-haired, and young, splattered with blood, he reminded them of somebody Coyote had been trying find for years now.

'This boy is not your blood brother, damned fool.' A particularly scornful voice in their head reminded. Suddenly, they blinked hard and rubbed their eyes. "You're fine, bud. Let's give our friend here some breathing room and get moving, yeah?"

Treating a kid's horrific situation with calm was like a visit from an old friend, even if it was lacking in their long lost professionalism. Something struck them. With a furrowed brow, they asked: "Are you out here by yourself?"

#mxldito #// give him a chance... he'll get worse :>

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magusmortuum · 8 months

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@mxldito cont. from x

Vincent’s grip was balled tight around the guard of the bloodied blade. His pale eyes were pinned, still wild with the kick of adrenaline from the kill. An expression of surprise almost enough to curdle the thinly disguised mistrust and malice that danced within the rush of madness.

“Yeah right.” It was said with almost a scoff.

Oh, fuck this shit. He couldn’t be like this. Not for this one. Why couldn’t they just have been a junkie (although the possibility was still there?) or something that found him? Clearly, they were no cop. Or maybe they were? He didn’t know. Who else would be hanging out in a near-abandoned factory? Still he had no other way than to get his way out of here with a stiff at his foot. Still. He could fight if he needed to.

Christ. Why did everything have to be complicated? At any other inconvenience flutter of incoherent whispers warning him of impending doom, or danger or maybe even a rash, but here in this moment, the dead remained silent. They always were when he needed them. Fine. He’d deal with this mess. He’d play this game. “I don’t know what happened.” He gave a little whine in a softer, calmer voice in a sigh. He lowered the knife to a less threatening level although his grip was no less tight. “He came at me.” His gaze turned toward the corpse. Tense. A hint of guilt. Perhaps. “Asked me what I was doing before 'though. Bugger. Tried to grab me. I don’t know. Probably saw me from some ‘ere else. Maybe he was a freak. Dunno — Then —- it just — “ His voice staggered, straining and in pain. “ It just happn’d –– !”

#mxldito #// well he is Q's kid so...#// so the occasional murder may occur

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magusmortuum · 10 months

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#the black fawn;#la moribond (visage);

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magusmortuum · 10 months

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send REFLECT for me to explain a traumatic event in my muses’s past and talk about their perception of events, which parts have stayed with them longest and how it affects them now. ( sender can request specific scenes/backstory )

#meme;#queue;

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magusmortuum · 10 months

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MUSE PREFERENCES.

ANIMAL. dogs.

FLOWER. lilium/lily, or hyacinth

SCENT. damp earth, cinnamon, cedar, citrus

COFFEE. doesn't like it so has no preference

TEA. black tea, or whatever he can occasionally steal

DRINK. water, preferably, although he doesn't mind a cola or chocolate milkshake

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE. vincent is somewhat averse to alcohol

FOOD. fresh fruit, lentil soup, banana bread

DESSERT. honestly, he'd probably go for just a bowl of custard and jelly

ARTICLE OF CLOTHING. his leather jacket

CANDY. chocolate coated caramels

LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED. left handed

SLOPPY OR NEAT HANDWRITING. sloppy handwriting

CLEAN OR MESSY HOME. messy home

SHOWER IN THE MORNING OR NIGHT. ---shower? when do you think this kid has access to a shower?

TASKS DONE EARLY OR LAST MINUTE. last minute

LOVE LANGUAGE.

BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. i feel like he does, but tells himself that doesn't

tagged by :: I stole it...

tagging :: so you should steal it

#dash games;

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magusmortuum · 10 months

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Your Animal Familiar?

DEER

The Deer familiar is mostly known for its shy, gentle personality and closeness to nature. They are very graceful and gentle creatures, representing harmony and a soft-heart. However, that does not mean being defenseless, as the antlers of a stag show determination good (but not prideful) self-esteem. These familiars are very sensitive to changes in the environment, and use their knowledge never to harm, but to warn you of danger or an action you could regret.

A Deer familiar inspires their master and friends with ideas, raise their confidence, and warn them of danger or their actions.

This familiar represents

-Gentleness -Grace -Innocence -Confidence -Nature -Sensitiveness

#the black fawn;#dash games;#// I couldn't resist #// and for once I'm surprised because the deer is his associated animal

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magusmortuum · 10 months

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Mini-canon: Vincent's ability to communicate and see the spirits of the deceased with visual clarity is not quite as an uncommon inheritable ability within his immediate bloodline as he's been led to believe, however, it was an ability that was stigmatised, as those that saw the dead in frequency often ended up living shorter lives with the malevolent dead often drawing them into danger, or eventually losing touch with reality.

#it's canon;

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magusmortuum · 10 months

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a set of thought provoking questions based around character development . send a blue emoji to explore more about your characters .

🦋 » what would your character do if they knew they could not fail ? 💙 » name 3 things your character is grateful for . 💧 » when was the last time your character did something for the first time ? 🐟 » what does your character’s voice sound like ? do they tend to use simple or worldly vocabulary ? 🦕 » what is something your character wishes they could go back into the past and redo ? 📘 » what is a memory that makes your character feel proud ? describe the memory . 👕 » what’s in your character’s handbag / briefcase / pockets ? 🫐 » is your character proud of who they are ? describe an achievement or moment they are proud of . 🧊 » what does your character first notice about another individual ? 🏙 » what does your character value more –– creativity or practicality ? 🌧 » describe a time your character did something even though they were scared . 💍 » what is your character’s favourite gift that they’ve received ? 🌊 » how old does your character feel on the inside , and why ? 💎 » does your character feel they have passed up chances that they presently regret ? describe what they were .

#meme;

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magusmortuum · 10 months

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Morality Challenge. Bold all the things your muse has done (will / would do is in italics, bolded italics means they’ve done it before and will probably do it again)

murder / manslaughter / assault / robbery / breaking & entering / theft / embezzlement / money-laundering / kidnapping / torture / blackmail / arson / trespassing / treason / libel or slander / obstruction of justice / lying to law enforcement / creation of a weapon / espionage / riot / escape from lawful custody / contempt of court / public intoxication / conspiracy / accessory to a crime / harboring a fugitive / bribery / perjury under oath / resisting arrest / identity theft / corporate fraud / tax fraud / document forgery / destruction of evidence / assassination / counterfeiting / sale of a controlled substance / purchase of a controlled substance / failure to pay child support / hacking crimes / threat / pick-pocketing / shoplifting

tagged by : stole it

#forgotten tomes ; canon #dash games;#// vincent has always done what he's needed to do #// as for hacking there is a story for that #// but would he be able to do it now? probably not

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