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Quirrel is old, and he is not strong enough. He can’t keep the door closed, and his mind begins to race with modes of exit. The king is smaller now, he likely won’t be as fast... of course, Quirrel is weaker now too. Age ravages him, while the wyrm remains well.
The window, maybe? No, it would take too long to break and he may be injured. The back door, maybe?
“Don’t speak as though you’re entitled to my trust! If you only wished to return it, you wouldn’t be forcing your way in!” Yes, the back door. The sooner, the better.
Quirrel bursts forward with speed he shouldn’t be using, not at his age, allowing the door to fly open (hopefully slowing the king with shock), running with all he has for the back door. A lucky thing that he never locks doors - he throws it open, losing only seconds, and flies into the outdoors.
Knock knock. Open up, it's Pale King!
Incredible stroke of luck that Quirrel happens to be home!
“Just a moment.” The sound of a canteen filling up, the rustling of fabric.
Quirrel opens the door.
He immediately moves to slam it shut.
#palevurm#quirrel can and will shove his knees into a meat grinder before he lets the pale king get close
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For a moment, Quirrel almost opens the door. He recognizes that journal, he’s revolted that it’s in the king’s hands (as though the other can’t read his mind, as though the other doesn’t already know everything), he knows there’s a piece of him in there...
And then, Quirrel remembers that he is terrified of the Pale King.
“If you’re really returning it, just leave it outside.” Quirrel slides further towards the hinges of the door, away from the king, trying to force it closed and the Pale King out. Why, why had Quirrel come here today, in the first place anyone would look to find him...
He feels it already, the weakening of his resolve, the aura of trustworthiness that the wyrm exudes. He has to remind himself of the death he suffered, and the narrow escape of a second death.
Knock knock. Open up, it's Pale King!
Incredible stroke of luck that Quirrel happens to be home!
“Just a moment.” The sound of a canteen filling up, the rustling of fabric.
Quirrel opens the door.
He immediately moves to slam it shut.
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𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 : 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔
bold what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse.
TAGGED BY: NO ONE
TAGGING: STEAL
𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair jellyfish slime, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs [5]
𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks [7]
𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 » list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams [6]
𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants [8]
𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 » goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most [6]
𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, a breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things [9]
𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather [6]
𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people [5]
𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon ,clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything [1]
𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength [3]
𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, key smashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long [4]
𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day [6]
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Send a Number for a Headcanon
01 What are your Muse’s teeth like?
02 What is your Muse’s blood like? Does it have a different color, consistency?
03 What is your Muse’s hair like? Hard, or soft?
04 What is your Muse’s build like?
05 Does your Muse have body hair? If yes, where?
06 What are your Muse’s nails like? Do they break easily?
07 Does your Muse prefer baths or showers? Why?
08 What artistic talents does your Muse have? Do they know of these talents?
09 What kind of hobbies do they tend to?
10 Describe a day of your Muse being domestic.
11 What trait/s does your Muse have that makes them unique to others?
12 Hero, Anti-Hero, Neutral or Villain? What alignment applies to your Muse?
13 Do they adapt to unusual situations easily?
14 If they had a Nintendso 3DS, what would be their favorite game?
15 Do they smoke? Alcohol? Any other drugs?
16 Do they have a sweet tooth?
17 Do they get straight to work or procrastinate forever first?
18 Will they start fighting/arguing quickly? Or are they more calm?
19 Are they open about their feelings and emotions? How do they show?
20 Do they sleep long or prefer less sleep to function?
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Random questions for my Muses!
What are three ways you can see your muse hurting someone’s feelings, intentionally or unintentionally?
What are three of your muse’s flaws?
Does your muse kill, steal, fight or do other shady things and do they feel bad about it?
One to three scenarios where my muse would fight or go against yours?
Does your muse have any phobias?
What would cause your muse to snap or break?
What would rub your muse the wrong way?
What causes your muse to be sad?
What body language or mannerisms does your muse show when they’re nervous, angry, sad, shy and happy?
What are three impulsive things you can see your muse doing?
What are small ways your muse shows affection for those they care for?
What does your muse fear?
Does your muse have any regrets?
Who is the most important figure in your muse’s life?
Does your muse have a crush on anyone?
What is a guaranteed way to relax your muse?
What’s the relationship status of your muse? Single? Taken?
How does your muse text? Proper grammar? Lazy text? A lot of emojis?
Is there a specific person your muse doesn’t get along with?
What kind of hobbies or passions do they have?
How trusting of strangers is your muse?
Would they ever cheat during game night?
If they’re sick do they take care of themselves or try to fight it off and ignore it?
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Knock knock. Open up, it's Pale King!
Incredible stroke of luck that Quirrel happens to be home!
“Just a moment.” The sound of a canteen filling up, the rustling of fabric.
Quirrel opens the door.
He immediately moves to slam it shut.
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Quirrel saw her some time before she approached.
His mind raced at her appearance. Time and his departure have taken their tolls, of course, but his memory is not so weak as to forget Herrah. They never truly spoke, but on many occasions they shared a meeting with the king. (He would stand beside the Madam, dwarfed by her height, scribbling down notes with an emotion he still can’t remember, and her Highness the Beast would sit to the side, heavily pregnant or holding her child... ah, that would have been a baby Hornet.)
It frightens him that she knows him, and Monomon, in ways that he cannot clearly remember, however short those interactions were.
“... Greetings, your Highness.” He bows his head to her. “I’m sorry - I would kneel, but my knees aren’t what they used to be.” A weak chuckle, a nervous shift. He desperately wants to ask so many questions, but he can’t quite summon up the nerve.
@rainonglass
Herrah recognized this bug, if only vaguely. Prior to becoming a Dreamer, it was safe to say she had never known Monomon that well, however… she still recognized this bug as the teacher’s apprentice, even if it had taken her a few minutes to fully place the feeling of recognition. How interesting. Whoever or whatever was taking them here seemed to have quite the strange choice in insects (and other beings) to take, it seemed.
Now, she may have recognized the apprentice, but that didn’t mean she knew his name. As mentioned before, it wasn’t like she had been particularly close with Monomon; or Lurien either, for that matter… Herrah had never been fond of the bugs of Hallownest, and there was a reason her role in becoming a Dreamer had only come from the bargain offered by that wyrm.
Still, she had no reason to hate Quirrel in particular, unlike the Pale King. And, given how many humanoids were here, seeing another insectoid was a bit of a relief.
“Greetings,” She nodded her head to him briefly, though she still towered over the smaller bug in size. Despite her best attempts, Herrah knew she would probably still come across as intimidating. Others called her “the beast” for a reason, after all.
“I mean no harm.”
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“Oh... hah. I suppose so.” It still feels so strange to read expressions. Most bugs Quirrel has met wore masks, or else had shell on their faces. He should really look into just how these other creatures’ muscles are structured - he can’t imagine his own face contorting into such forms.
Luckily, subtlety doesn’t seem to be much this creature’s strong suit, and Quirrel can tell he’s being examined. The thought isn’t so strange; Quirrel is examining them too. They’re only a bit larger than he is (small, then), and covered in some sort of green fur. Judging by the matching clothing and hat, green must be a culturally important color to them. And - is that a number four on their hat?
“So much is different here, and yet so much stays the same. I can’t recall it well, but I think those waiting at the Stagways chattered much like this.” His stance becomes more relaxed. “Sorry about that outburst. I must have been falling asleep in this cold... I’m Quirrel. I like to wander the streets here and see the sights.”
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Summer is over, and the chill of autumn has come roaring in. It’s not so cold that Quirrel has to resist hibernating - he’s always found pride in his ability to stay alert to his surroundings - but the sudden cold snap shocks his system, suddenly so divorced from the warmth of summer, and when he sits to wait for a bus, he finds himself nodding off…
Only to be jolted awake by a sudden weight on his back.
“KHAH!” His body springs up before his joints (stiffened by the chill) can protest, and he scrambles to find his balance as he flings his walking stick out in front of himself.
How long has he been here? Six months? Is that all it takes to undo twenty years of vigilance? No, it must be his age.
“Whuh… what did you say?” Quirrel lowers his stick, shifts into a more casual, but still wary stance. Who is this? What is that fascinating little hat they’re wearing?
That’ll teach him to just strike up a conversation with any old carapace. Clover jumps a bit at the noise, and it’s mostly his luck that keeps him from slipping off the bench and back to the floor. He ends up just squints at the other, looking like he’s on the cusp between annoyed and confused.
Looking over this guy closer, he’s not… Exactly a Prospitian. Or a Dersite. He’d seen mixed shells before at the City, but just about all of them were kids barely taller than him, and despite how small he is, Clover’s got a feeling he’s got a bit more age on him than those rug rats. Call it a hunch from the walking stick.
“I sai-d,” he starts again, popping the last syllable, “that this is all kinda familiar! Even when you’re so far from home, y’know? Some stuff being the same no matter what?”
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Your Muse’s Backstory
10. What was the hardest lesson they had to learn as they got older?
Nothing gold can stay.
13. Are there any moments of their past they keep secret?
He doesn’t like to let on that he used to party in college.
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Cinnamon: What’s your favorite smell?
send me a cup of tea! (accepting)
Cinnamon: What’s your favorite smell?
“Well, there’s a lot of smells in the world... perhaps dust? It always reminds me of adventure.”
“Maybe I should remove my kerchief more often. I can’t smell very well with my antennae covered.”
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Muse Trust Test!
❤❤ - Quirrel trusts Hornet to not hurt him! He doesn’t at all trust Hornet to make good decisions. Somehow, he’s annoyed Hornet doesn’t trust him the same way.
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Your Muse’s Backstory
1. Where were they born? What is the story behind their birth, if any?
2. Has their living situation changed from when they were born?
3. What occupations did their parents have when they were born? Did this job influence your muse in any form?
4. Did they have any childhood enemies? Any friends? Enemies that became friends?
5. What sort of religion was practiced in their home? Did religion play a role in their upbringing?
6. How many siblings did they have? What was their relationship like? Were they an only child who wished for siblings?
7. What is their fondest memory? Their worst?
8. If they could name the worst moment of their life, what would it be? Did this change them as a person or change how they perceived the world, themselves, and others?
9. If they were to make a timeline with their life events, which ones would they list? Which would they leave out?
10. What was the hardest lesson they had to learn as they got older?
11. What occupation did your character want to have growing up? Is this the same as what they wish to be, or are in, now?
12. Did they face any kind of bullying or abuse growing up?
13. Are there any moments of their past they keep secret?
14. Did they live near extended family in the past? How did this shape their environment? Are any of their relatives near their age? What are their feelings towards extended family in general?
15. Would they rather go back and relive their childhood? Why or why not?
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Muse Trust Test!
How much does your muse trust mine? Leave a rating in my ask box and my muse will react to it!
❤❤❤ I trust you with my life. I know you would never hurt me.
❤❤ I could let my guard down and fall asleep in your presence and feel safe.
❤ I think I trust you, but I am still cautious around you.
☰ I am still trying to figure you out. I’m not sure if I can trust you.
💔 Something’s just not right. I’m afraid of you.
💔💔 I’m pretty sure you want to hurt me, and I intend to protect myself.
💔💔💔 The first chance I get, I’m killing you before you kill me.
Or, send ❣⁉ and I will respond with my muse’s rating of their level of trust for yours.
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send me a cup of tea
Cinnamon: What’s your favorite smell?
Vanilla: How long does it usually take you to fall asleep?
Jasmine: Are you currently in a relationship?
Peppermint: Sweater weather or beach days?
Dandelion: Have you ever tried to garden?
Hibiscus: Where would you want to go on your next vacation?
Peach: Can you cook or bake?
Chai: Favorite color combination?
English Breakfast: Have you eaten today?
Earl Grey: Do you like your middle name?
Matcha: Iced tea or hot tea?
Raspberry: Do you have a work-out routine?
Lemongrass: Favorite childhood bedtime story?
Spearmint: What’s an interesting fact about you?
Chamomile: How would you describe your laugh?
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Leaving his dwarven cape in the inbox for Quirrel to warm himself during the cold winter days.
Leave an object in my ask and my muse will react to it being given to them.
“Oh! Thank you very much. I’ll take good care of this.” His coldblooded nature doesn’t allow Quirrel to insulate body heat with clothing, but he could perhaps let this heat up near a fire and enjoy the cozy warmth later.
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Send ‘!!’ and I’ll write a para description of your muse from mine’s perspective
This is Chara. A larva of their species, they apparently grew up underground in a civilization very different from the one that birthed them. Their distinctive pink cheek markings make them easy to recognize.
Quirrel’s amnesia has left him woefully unsure of what children are supposed to be like, but he’s sure this isn’t right. Any happiness Chara expresses is immediately weighed down by the cynicism that follows, and they speak of war like it’s a personal burden. It saddens and unnerves Quirrel that a child bears such a weight, especially one that he can relate to.
At least they know how to use a knife. That’s always for the best.
#thanka u for the ask!#thetruename#quirrels main role in the game is reminding you (a literal baby) that you should go get your sword fixed#so it can be even sharper and even more dangerous
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