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morality / ethics / one's character headcanon q's

is your muse opposed to violence?

does your muse often lie by omission?

how often does your muse self-reflect?

how good is your muse at setting boundaries?

does your muse believe some death is justified?

what importance does your muse place on rules?

is your muse one to follow through on their word?

does your muse think some laws are fine to break?

does your muse feel strongly about helping others?

does your muse think of themselves as a good person?

does your muse often butt up against authority figures?

does your muse feel motivated by recognition and praise?

what answer would your muse give to the trolley problem?

does your muse think it's important to help those less fortunate?

how would your muse respond to seeing a crime being committed?

what would your muse be willing to sacrifice to achieve their goals?

is your muse overly competitive? would others describe them as such?

does your muse have self-control? are they in in control of their impulses?

are there any morals your muse learned in childhood that they still live by?

does your muse believe it's justified to hurt one person to protect another?

how often does your muse find themselves disagreeing with established rules?

what does your muse think of the saying, "treat others as you want to be treated"?

does your muse consider themselves petty? would others describe them that way?

would your muse consider themselves entitled? would others describe them that way?

how often does your muse lie? Do they regret lying or do they feel their lies are justified?

are there any morals your muse learned in childhood that they disagree with / no longer live by?

is your muse loyal to those in their lives? does their loyalty tend to be genuine or can it be bought?

does your muse accept responsibility for mistakes, or are they prone to making excuses to avoid it?

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//printing this message out from @yaksha-garden and pinning it to my wall. as always she understands the assignment

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relating to [x]

Cal sighs dramatically and shakes his head. "Everyone's a critic."

From his perch on Cal's shoulder, BD-1 chirps in sympathy. < Cal = unappreciated genius = true. > (Generally, sarcasm doesn't come through in Binary, but BD-1 still manages to pull it off as it shakes its head.)

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//planning later to share some notes for what cal's up to in verses where he's living on earth, as a general basis for crossovers involving that :3c

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STAR WARS JEDI: SURVIVOR (2023)

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//i can't joke about cal's music taste without sharing one of my favorite songs in fallen order, and canonically one of his favorite songs from his favorite band <3

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Despite saying that it's not magic just now, he nods along when she points out the similarities, latching onto anything that will make explaining this easier. "Yeah, I get you," he says with a slight grimace. He's the same way, at times, and he can't begrudge her the comparison. "Like I said, there is an overlap, even if it's not the same thing."

He laughs a little, too, fidgeting in his seat as he glances around. "It doesn't keep anyone alive, no," he says. "It's just- I guess a byproduct of life is a better way to put it?" That sounds about right, almost. "It's an energy that surrounds all living things, and its presence is stronger when there's a lot of them in one place, but it doesn't make the life."

Close enough, probably. Though, that doesn't account for all the natural Force nexi out there, or the tears, or how he can harness and use that energy...

Cal can almost hear his master reprimanding him for not paying better attention in his lessons at the Temple. He runs a hand through his hair, thinking for a moment, before he looks back to Ava.

"Well, how does the magic you do work?" he blurts out. "I mean, at least as a comparison, I guess. I feel like it might be a bit easier for both of us to understand if we both lay a foundation, or something like that." His face warms a little in embarrassment as he smiles sheepishly at her.

No offense was taken, it would have been a little hypocritical of her to get annoyed with him for reacting strongly. She's a bit similar in that regard, unable to find the words to describe a vast majority of her own magic. Much like Cal, it just came to her naturally, operating solely on whatever feels right over following any specific process.

Magic was just the best comparison she has right now, though the explanation that it was simply something that existed everywhere made sense as well. Ava nods, biting back a comment about how that is somewhat similar to one branch of her magic. Her necromancy operates on a similar wavelength, where she taps into the specific life-giving aspect rather than taking it.

Yet she still finds herself saying, "...It is kinda similar to at least one thing I can do, so... 'M mostly using that as a baseline. I can understand it a little better when I have a starting point." There's a weak laugh as she fidgets with her hands in her lap, gaze drifting down as she does so.

"The fact that it makes up life, and just sorta exists, anyways. Is it kinda, uh, like somethin' keepin' people alive?" If that was at all close, she thinks that she would grasp the concept far easier. "I have no idea if that makes sense. I'm kinda comin' at this a little backwards, but that's 'cus it's all I got to work off of. I do better with comparisons."

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The 355 (2022) dir. Simon Kinberg

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✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ �� ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄.    (  an updated collection of  lyric + action prompts originating from the works of grandson.  mature themes present: politics, violence, drug use, etc. feel free to adjust as desired.  )

money isn't always what it seems.

i love you, i'm trying.

it's more fun to be unaware.

one false move, you're a kennedy.

my ego follows me wherever i go.

aren't you fed up yet?

it isn't that much, but it's a good start.

i spent my last dollar on a motherfucking cab.

they lie about some greater good.

the drugs don't work anymore.

there's a cold wind blowing... i'm just warning & preparing you.

i've got a secret i need you to keep.

my heart keeps fucking up the motherfucking plan.

nobody really cared, so it never really mattered.

i wanna feel something, 'cause all that i got is nothing.

get down on the ground, don't even make a sound.

tell me what you're trying to hide.

i was try'na feel like a rockstar.

now presenting: a horror story or a happy ending.

i'm still trying to find my identity.

you don't have to hurt anymore, didn't you hear? the war's over.

i thought it would all be great when i got older.

how do you get in the mind-state to kill?

try to wash my hands, i'm never gonna get them clean.

i was living in the moment, searching for a little serotonin.

do you have enough love in your heart to get your hands dirty?

i became a version of myself i don't like.

you have been forewarned.

we are not alone ... can you keep a secret?

i just wanna fuck my hand up through the wall.

i trust my feelings & then i still get burned.

do you love your neighbor? is it in your nature?

i've been living on the run, now.

you don't wanna get that much closer.

guess that i'm stuck with this shit.

we might not make it 'til the morning.

they made up a reason behind closed doors.

is this what you wanted?

i'm just trying to get used to these changes.

i've got nothing to say.

if i speak too loud, then my voice might crack.

don't know how i'm gonna take much more.

how the hell is everybody on autopilot? they make it look so easy.

everybody knows somebody with something to hide.

look at how we've all grown up fast.

i never get to sleep at night.

i just wanna be optimistic.

beg me for forgiveness.

i never thought it'd come to this.

this isn't as fun as they claimed it'd be.

i got my bags packed & i'm ready to go.

i'm done playing games, so i'm going down in flames.

we made this bed, i guess that we lie in it.

everything's exhausting.

i'm pathetic, i know.

we both know i'm lying.

what's the point in fighting for a happy ever after?

self-sabotage is the only way to find clarity.

tell me, what's your life worth?

is there anybody out there that's paying attention?

i'll be back with the setting sun.

don't even hiccup, or i'm emptying a round.

it never really mattered, so it never really happened.

i gotta get out of this town somehow.

it's too late for me, i should've learned earlier.

just color in the lines, & you'll get it like they promised.

maybe someday all this will make sense.

if i could switch on a count of three, i would do it. but i'm stuck here with me.

took the shit to numb the pain, but it came with side effects.

step one, gotta find a way to get the fuck out of bed.

the bad's been slowly getting worse.

the people aren't happy.

i'm homesick, & i miss my mama.

i was getting high in the bathroom.

i'm watching everybody i grew up with move on.

how many last chances will i get?

shout into the void, & the void shouts back.

tried medication & therapy, it only seems to help temporarily.

i wish there was someone else i could be.

i think it's time for a change.

i'm sick of being underrated.

idle hands are the devil's best friend.

thinking about it, i get whiplash.

tell me, what's the point in living in a world so unforgiving?

i never meant to hurt nobody.

i'm sick of this pretend alternative.

if i had only one call, would you pick up?

what's a dead end to a dead man walking?

every day, every night, i would trade it in a heartbeat.

look me in my eyes, tell me everything's not fine.

everybody's fake & they won't quit talking.

i know i should face it, but i'm running.

i'm isolated & overstimulated at the same time.

i need a savior, but if not me, who?

the hole in my soul keeps wracking up debt.

my life's falling apart, but i love it.

maybe just ignore it, it'll go away.

i'm done playing games.

the day the youth might listen is the day the youth grows old.

speak now or hold your breath.

on the day that i lie still, i'll still have taxes & i'll still have bills.

tell me one damn thing i don't already know.

nobody from back in the day can get ahold of me now.

what's the point of living without you?

i don't like who i'm becoming.

beg me for mercy, admit you were toxic.

how much can i ask for before you walk out that door?

these thrills feel hollow. i'm so obsessed with success.

i think about it, & i get whiplash.

better step back from that open door.

i want it so bad, it takes all control of me.

i made a best friend out of the skeleton in the closet.

i don't know how to heal myself. shit, i don't even know if i'm still myself.

when you're gone i'm back to blue.

i don't know why i'm running away.

will this ever be enough?

the shot was loud & the flash so bright.

i just wanna be a rockstar with a million people following.

i always end up back up at the start.

give me a reason to believe you.

give me one reason i shouldn't go & end your life.

guess i gotta die to get my celebration.

i couldn't do nothing, i never saw it coming.

SCENARIOS / ACTIONS.

in a sudden outburst of anger, sender draws a weapon on receiver.

sender & receiver, strapped for cash, decide to commit a robbery.

during a struggle over a weapon, one muse is gravely injured.

our muses have an emotional fight stemming from jealousy.

sender shows up at receiver's house unannounced, looking haggard.

our muses slip away from a gathering to smoke a joint.

sender approaches a bedrotting receiver, begging them to get up.

sender comes back to enact revenge upon receiver.

our muses speed down the highway with flashing lights in the rearview mirror.

sender finds receiver dangerously wasted at a party.

sender is discovered by receiver in a state of extreme agitation.

sender intends to assassinate receiver, & enacts their plan.

receiver finds sender sitting at a rainy bus stop, alone.

one muse owes the other money, & they come to collect.

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//got the idea the other night to draw a lineup of cal in the main four verses here, aka the Big Eras in his life. wip so far under the cut!

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@halfdeadsacrifice comming in! -> “I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I just, uh, I… you know, I reacted.“ 「 atlantis prompts 」

Cal looked up from where he was wrapping gauze around Vayu's hand, his brow furrowed in concern. He could tell that Vayu was still agitated, about far more than just the bruising on his hands, still on edge as he glanced around. And he certainly understood that feeling, far too well.

"Hey," he said, as gently as he could manage, "it's fine. You don't need to explain yourself to me." He smiled, just this side of crookedly. "I still do that shit all the time, 've definitely got no room to judge."

That sort of reactivity unfortunately came as a package deal with being Force-sensitive in this galaxy, knowing that the list of people who want you dead never ends. It was a miserable existence, but it was what kept you alive.

"Just," Cal continued, then stopped. He didn't want to patronize Vayu at all, but he wanted to keep his new friend (?) (teammate?) (maybe now wasn't the time to parse that out) safe, at least relatively speaking. So how to phrase this...

"Just be careful," he finally settled on. "Or alert me too the next time you see something, so I can at least be backup." He smiled at Vayu as he spoke, nudging the younger man's Force presence with his own as he did.

Nearby, perched next to the open medkit, BD-1 beeped at them both reproachfully, <Cal = take his own advice.> Cal snorted and shook his head.

"Not about me right now, buddy," he told the little droid quietly. BD-1 chittered in response, but graciously let the subject drop.

By now, he'd finished wrapping Vayu's hand, and he straightened up as he said, "Okay, should be good. How's it feel?" A pause. "... They didn't get you anywhere else, did they?" Fuck, he hoped not.

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yeah yeah fire-based characters are destructive and angry and violent and evil blah blah blah BORING overdone. more fire as a lifegiver. warm and comforting. fire-based characters as guides lighting the way. personal heater in the cold and dark but don’t sleep too close or you’ll wake up with heat rash. fire sterilizes and cauterizes!! more fire-based healers. plants perking up and flowers turning towards them and they attract moths. fire-based characters who are hearths instead of wildfires!! the core of a home the pillar of a community the key to societal advancement. give them an internal flame that visibly glows and flickers instead of a heart that beats. extinguish that light when they die. etc

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A bitch needs her candy, indeed!

Despite himself, Cal snorted and shook his head as Dante promptly began downing mouthfuls of pills. Perhaps he and Dante weren't too different in that regard--after all, how many times has he told people the Force provides when questioned about his own sleeping habits? Too many.

He wasn't sure what he expected when he asked, anyway--he already knew Dante wouldn't take any mother henning from him seriously, and he certainly had no room to talk or judge. He was a little worried, sure, but not enough to push the subject.

"Y'know what?" he said, shaking his head. "I don't know why I asked. You're doing fine." At least one of them was, not that Cal would bring that up. His hands were shaking as he leaned against the counter, and he crossed his arms to try and hide it.

(How long has it been since his last stim? Shit, had he already lost track? Not a good sign, probably.)

(BD-1's worried about him, Cal knows, and recently limited him to no more than one stim every two hours. And for the most part, Cal had been very good and kept to it. But, like Dante said, a bitch needs her candy.)

"What's in those, exactly?" he asked, tapping his foot as he glanced around. A beat later. "Actually, y'know what? I don't care. I'll take some." He held a hand out expectantly, matching Dante's grin with one of his own.

@adrenalineknight sent a sentence starter: "When's the last time you slept?" Not that he has any room to talk on that front, but that's neither here nor there.

{♡} - ❝…I was s’posed to keep track of that? Bitch, I’m too fuckin’ busy to log the chronology of every fuckin’ nap I take! I s’pose you could say us incubi run things a bit differently.❞ 

Dante held up a nondescript bottle of pills to his ear and shook it. Having ascertained that it was about half full, he unscrewed the cap and scattered seven or eight bright blue pills onto the countertop. He seemed hesitant as he reached for the cap again, pausing to weigh his options. ❝Ahh, to Hell with it. It’s Monday! A bitch needs her candy.❞

Before Cal could blink, Dante was already shovelling handfuls of some variant of an illegal stimulant into his mouth. Bitter to taste as they were, they sure made him feel sweet. Seeing the look on Cal’s face, Dante grinned from ear to ear in eager anticipation of euphoria. ❝Don’t look so worried – I’m already dead, stupid. I do this shit all the time! And, well…you know what they say! Sharin’ is carin’! You gonna join me or just stand there lookin’ like an idiot, space boy?❞

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//i keep calling survivor a real "glup shitto ass game (affectionate)" and then remembering that the glup shitto meme is in fact making fun of star wars, so. yeah it literally is a glup shitto ass game

anyway screencap i took under the cut that's technically a spoiler but not really for the plot lol

boba fett came on screen and i quietly said "it's him........ glup shitto........"

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//one ginger menace coming right up