magicalmystery-muses

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oc asks that reveal more than you think

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Ask them to describe their love interest.

Do they look good in red?

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

What age do they most want to be right now?

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Name one thing their parents taught them.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Do they like children?

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

What do they like that nobody else does?

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Stability or novelty?

Honesty or charity?

Safety or possibility?

Talent or effort?

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Would they date a fixer-upper?

What recurring dreams do they have?

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

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"Suit yourself." Wendla shrugged. "So, you got somewhere to go? 'Cuz if not, I bet you could go a decent amount of time hanging out at the manor without anyone noticing."

She was amused by the idea, and it wasn't entirely a joke: Marcus was normally too busy showing off working out, Ben and Christopher hopped from club to club, Sloane normally flipped through her travel guides or cheesy romance novels, and Alphonso and Jayme were doing god knows what. The only one who could probably figure it out was Fei, since her "1984 birds" as Wendla called them were literally everywhere.

Wendla stared for a moment, flabbergasted, before deciding to stow that conversation topic away for later.

"Sure, totally," she reassured him, not questioning it. Not out loud, anyway. She'd figured he'd want to reunite with his siblings, but his business was his business. If he was willing to work with the Sparrows, she wasn't about to ruin that by asking a bunch of questions.

"You need help carrying your stuff?"

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Unadulterated Loathing

@the-commissions-deadliest

Cherry normally enjoyed partnering with fellow agents, especially when she normally didn't work with them. It was a fun new opportunity to bond with someone she normally wouldn't have an excuse to.

But her latest assignment was testing her.

Cherry respected Cha-Cha: she was a capable, skilled agent, damn good at her job...but Jesus Christ did they clash.

Her painted smile as she greeted her new mission partner was as polite as it was saccharine, something she'd practiced and perfected from years of undercover work. Most people wouldn't be able to tell that she was trying to be polite and keep as good of an attitude as possible.

Most.

"Cha-Cha!" Cherry greeted as cheerily as possible.

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Willow gave a yelp as it hit the ground and shattered, but it turned into a giggle that she quickly covered up with her palm. She was already enjoying this a surprising amount. Maybe a little trouble was good for her.

Willow took another one of the bottles, took a deep breath, and threw. It landed on the fire escape on the side of the building opposite from their own, but didn't break, a pout forming on her face.

"I-I mean...it landed on the other fire escape! That, that's something, right?"

Spirits and Spirits - Open RP Starter

"Come on, you beautiful bastard, show yourself!"

Cross legged in a circle of candles, Klaus Hargreeves held court with the dead. Or, he was trying to. Beer cans and liquor bottles littered the attic floor around his circle, flickering in the candlelight. Another handle of vodka, half empty, sat beside him, the source of his ghostly dysfunction. But Klaus hadn't planned on summoning a ghost tonight--rarely ever, in fact.

After far too many drinks, Klaus has decided it was time to practice his powers. Five and Luther always got on him about training, since they were kids. Emotionally stunted by sixteen, Klaus had rarely taken the time to purposefully use his powers. The ghost-vision was always on, until he drowned it out with drugs and booze, but who knew what he could do when he was trying.

Unfortunately, what had fueled this motivation was also his power's undoing. The only spector to show up clearly was Ben. His dead brother watched skeptically, leaned against the windowsill nearby.

"This isn't going to work," Ben pointed out, decidedly unhelpful.

"Yeah, I heard you the first five times, Benny," Klaus shot back, glaring back at him. "Are you gonna make yourself useful, or are you too comfortable in the Peanut Gallery?"

"Oh, warm and cozy." But the sarcastic smile quickly dropped, eyebrows raising at something behind Klaus. "You've got a visitor."

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When Willow hid, she'd find a place where she could hide in large plants, using her powers to shield herself in the branches. When she was seeker, she'd accidentally give herself away because she was giggling so much

On rainy days, when dad was away, the kids of The Umbrella Academy would play games around the house.

Their favourite game to play was Hide and Seek. It always felt like a good idea when they started but soon descended into chaos.

Luther used to move some of the heavier pieces of furniture in the house to try and hide behind or block the seekers' path.

Diego always took it very seriously, comparing it to stealth training, where he would often find something (usually from the kitchen/fridge) to try to cover his skin so as to blend in better with his surroundings.

Allison had used her power on many an occasion to tell the seeker that they hadn't found her and to start walking the other way.

If they weren't careful, they would lose Klaus entirely before finding him sleeping in a waste disposal bin outside or on the roof because the hatch had closed behind him.

Five would obviously blink between different rooms and often left the building entirely when he got bored before blinking back to claim victory.

Ben would use the tentacles to quietly close doors behind the seeker, trapping them in a room that allowed the others to change places.

While Viktor normally just had to find a spot and settle in while his siblings got up to their shenanigans.

The games would either never last very long or they would drag on for hours, but they were something that they all looked forward to playing.

It was some of the only time that they could have fun and use their powers without the pressure of their fathers watchful eye.

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"Wait, no-" Willow began to protest before realizing Klaus was just joking and instead cutting herself off with her own (albeit nervous) laugh.

She helped Klaus steady himself when she joined him on the fire escape, grateful for the metal that would hopefully keep him from stumbling over. "Okay, got it. Uh...what would a 'cool way' be?"

Spirits and Spirits - Open RP Starter

"Come on, you beautiful bastard, show yourself!"

Cross legged in a circle of candles, Klaus Hargreeves held court with the dead. Or, he was trying to. Beer cans and liquor bottles littered the attic floor around his circle, flickering in the candlelight. Another handle of vodka, half empty, sat beside him, the source of his ghostly dysfunction. But Klaus hadn't planned on summoning a ghost tonight--rarely ever, in fact.

After far too many drinks, Klaus has decided it was time to practice his powers. Five and Luther always got on him about training, since they were kids. Emotionally stunted by sixteen, Klaus had rarely taken the time to purposefully use his powers. The ghost-vision was always on, until he drowned it out with drugs and booze, but who knew what he could do when he was trying.

Unfortunately, what had fueled this motivation was also his power's undoing. The only spector to show up clearly was Ben. His dead brother watched skeptically, leaned against the windowsill nearby.

"This isn't going to work," Ben pointed out, decidedly unhelpful.

"Yeah, I heard you the first five times, Benny," Klaus shot back, glaring back at him. "Are you gonna make yourself useful, or are you too comfortable in the Peanut Gallery?"

"Oh, warm and cozy." But the sarcastic smile quickly dropped, eyebrows raising at something behind Klaus. "You've got a visitor."

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Wendla stared for a moment, flabbergasted, before deciding to stow that conversation topic away for later.

"Sure, totally," she reassured him, not questioning it. Not out loud, anyway. She'd figured he'd want to reunite with his siblings, but his business was his business. If he was willing to work with the Sparrows, she wasn't about to ruin that by asking a bunch of questions.

"You need help carrying your stuff?"

Wendla stumbled a bit, not expecting the sudden blink. Damn, she thought, not bad. I should ask him to race sometime.

She laughed, assuming Five was joking, only for him to keep a deeply serious expression. "That...that wasn't a joke, was it?"

Then again, here was this kid who wasn't really a kid, with a half-broken mannequin, not to mention all of the things she'd seen and done as a Sparrow. In comparison, this was par for the course.

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seven deadly sins headcanons

because i'm tired of sinday memes being all about sex. send a category + a number. warning: some of the questions in the lust section are nsft. that's why it's at the bottom.

gluttony - - -

what could your muse eat all the time without ever getting tired of it?

a feast of all your muse's favorite foods is laid out in front of them. what's on the menu?

is your muse the type to leave the last bit of food for someone else, or to take it for themselves before someone else can claim it?

does your muse frequently overeat?

does your muse go back for seconds? thirds? fourths?

how many meals and snacks does your muse eat in a day?

what are your muse's go-to beverages?

does your muse drink enough water?

does your muse drink many sugary drinks, like soda or juice?

is your muse a heavy (alcohol) drinker? if so, what do they drink? in what situations do they drink? do they know their limits? do they stop at their limit, or go past it?

is your muse addicted to caffeine? if so, what is their preferred caffeinated beverage?

does your muse have a sweet tooth?

greed - - -

what does your muse collect, if anything?

is your muse prone to hoarding anything?

what is your muse's financial situation? what are their financial goals?

is money important to your muse? why or why not?

how much money does your muse keep in their checking account at any given time? if your muse keeps cash, how much do they usually have in their wallet? does your muse carry coins around? what is the limit on their credit card, if they have one? do they have multiple credit cards?

does your muse have good savings habits? how much do they currently have saved up?

is your muse prone to shopping sprees? if so, what do they usually indulge in buying?

is your muse in debt? if so, are they managing it well, or are they struggling?

would your muse throw others under the bus/step on others if it meant they could find more success/make more money?

would your muse steal anything?

wrath - - -

does your muse like to get revenge on those they feel have wronged them?

how does your muse handle anger? do they have anger issues? how do they manage or vent their anger?

does your muse believe in karma?

did your muse get into fights as a kid? do they get into fights as an adult? if your muse never got into fights before, would they in the name of self defense?

what, if anything, provokes your muse to violence?

does your muse believe that violence can solve some problems? or are they more a "violence is never the answer" type? somewhere in-between?

does your muse destroy things for fun, or to let off steam?

was your muse a bully? or were they bullied themselves?

has your muse ever considered murdering someone? or have they actually gone through with murdering someone?

does your muse enjoy hurting others, whether it be physically or emotionally?

pride - - -

does your muse believe they are the best at everything, even if that belief is unwarranted?

in what areas might your muse be a little overconfident? are they overconfident in the sense that they don't have the skills to back it up, or in the sense that they do have the skills but they are obnoxious in their confidence?

does your muse accept responsibility for their actions when they have done something wrong?

is your muse comfortable with apologizing to others?

does your muse feel remorse? if so, how do they express it?

has your muse every blown off preparing for something because they were confident they could complete the task without preparation? if so, what was the situation?

is your muse prone to bragging? what do they brag about?

does your muse look down on others they perceive as being "not as good" at things as they are?

sloth - - -

on what day(s) does your muse feel most lazy? at a specific time of day, or all day?

is your muse prone to procrastination?

what chores/responsibilities does your muse avoid doing at all costs?

how many hours of sleep does your muse get? do they feel rested after, or are they still tired?

once your muse gets started doing something important, do they drag their feet, take many breaks, and ultimately prolong the task? or do they work as quickly as possible, at the sacrifice of a quality job? or do they work efficiently without sacrificing quality?

does your muse put on real clothes every day, or only if they have to go out?

if your muse could get away with wearing pajamas all day every day, would they?

does your muse complain about responsibilities a lot?

is your muse the type to get up on time on their own or with an alarm? are they the type to hit snooze over and over?

envy - - -

does your muse get jealous easily, or does it take a lot for them to feel it?

what kinds of things does your muse get jealous about?

does your muse compare themselves to others often? if so, how does it affect them?

lust - - -

is your muse sexually active? if so, how often do they have sex? how many partners do they typically have at one time? if not, why not?

what is your muse's sexuality? if asexual, are they sex favorable, sex indifferent, or sex repulsed?

is your muse vanilla, or are they kinky? if kinky, what are their top three kinks, and why do they like them? if vanilla, what position(s) does your muse have sex in?

what sex-related words turn your muse on? what words make them cringe?

does your muse masturbate? if so, how often, and how do they get themselves off? if not, why not?

does your muse have high, medium, or low libido?

is sex compatibility a dealbreaker for your muse in a relationship? why or why not?

how does your muse feel about one-night-stands?

what was your muse's first time having sex like? who was it with, why did they choose that person, where did it take place, how old were they, and what happened?

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Willow helped Klaus steady himself, taking a few of the bottles from his messy grasp so he'd have less to carry.

"I-I won't," she said, adding with a joking giggle, "as long as you don't."

Spirits and Spirits - Open RP Starter

"Come on, you beautiful bastard, show yourself!"

Cross legged in a circle of candles, Klaus Hargreeves held court with the dead. Or, he was trying to. Beer cans and liquor bottles littered the attic floor around his circle, flickering in the candlelight. Another handle of vodka, half empty, sat beside him, the source of his ghostly dysfunction. But Klaus hadn't planned on summoning a ghost tonight--rarely ever, in fact.

After far too many drinks, Klaus has decided it was time to practice his powers. Five and Luther always got on him about training, since they were kids. Emotionally stunted by sixteen, Klaus had rarely taken the time to purposefully use his powers. The ghost-vision was always on, until he drowned it out with drugs and booze, but who knew what he could do when he was trying.

Unfortunately, what had fueled this motivation was also his power's undoing. The only spector to show up clearly was Ben. His dead brother watched skeptically, leaned against the windowsill nearby.

"This isn't going to work," Ben pointed out, decidedly unhelpful.

"Yeah, I heard you the first five times, Benny," Klaus shot back, glaring back at him. "Are you gonna make yourself useful, or are you too comfortable in the Peanut Gallery?"

"Oh, warm and cozy." But the sarcastic smile quickly dropped, eyebrows raising at something behind Klaus. "You've got a visitor."

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Update: somehow I have power??

Just wanted to give a quick heads up

I live right smack in the middle of Florida, which means there's a decent chance I'll lose power come Wednesday thanks to Hurricane Milton. I don't know if I will for sure or not (I sure hope I don't lmao), but if I go radio silent for a little bit, that's why

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Wendla stumbled a bit, not expecting the sudden blink. Damn, she thought, not bad. I should ask him to race sometime.

She laughed, assuming Five was joking, only for him to keep a deeply serious expression. "That...that wasn't a joke, was it?"

Then again, here was this kid who wasn't really a kid, with a half-broken mannequin, not to mention all of the things she'd seen and done as a Sparrow. In comparison, this was par for the course.

"I got it covered," she promised, "just wanted to let you know I was here first. One sec."

Wendla sped off in a blur and returned a few moments later. Maybe she was showing off. Maybe. But what was the point of having super speed if you didn't use it?

"Bail paid. I would've grabbed the key myself, but apparently that's frowned upon."

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"I got it covered," she promised, "just wanted to let you know I was here first. One sec."

Wendla sped off in a blur and returned a few moments later. Maybe she was showing off. Maybe. But what was the point of having super speed if you didn't use it?

"Bail paid. I would've grabbed the key myself, but apparently that's frowned upon."

Wendla was trying so, so hard not to laugh. Even still, a few snickers escaped her hand-covered mouth.

"Look, look, I get it," she finally said. "I mean, I know that you're not really a kid. But you gotta admit that it's not a good look."

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Wendla was trying so, so hard not to laugh. Even still, a few snickers escaped her hand-covered mouth.

"Look, look, I get it," she finally said. "I mean, I know that you're not really a kid. But you gotta admit that it's not a good look."

“ you all seem to want me to relax so i am fucking relaxing. how i relax is by driving and seeing shit that was broken in the apocalypse with my wife. you can’t judge me because i’m doing what you asked and you don’t like it. ” five is also sat in a police cell next to delores because he’s a child caught driving underage and had to call someone to bail him out but that’s neither here nor there. “ they keep asking if i think a lego driving license means i can really drive and i have no idea what that means. ”

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Just wanted to give a quick heads up

I live right smack in the middle of Florida, which means there's a decent chance I'll lose power come Wednesday thanks to Hurricane Milton. I don't know if I will for sure or not (I sure hope I don't lmao), but if I go radio silent for a little bit, that's why

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"Of course I-I'll listen," she reassured him with a gentle smile, "I-I'll always listen, okay? Promise."

Ah, yes, leave it to the Hargreeves siblings to deflect instantly the moment they began opening up. She was as guilty of it as Klaus, and the other six of them as well.

"Only if you promise w-we won't hit anyone."

Spirits and Spirits - Open RP Starter

"Come on, you beautiful bastard, show yourself!"

Cross legged in a circle of candles, Klaus Hargreeves held court with the dead. Or, he was trying to. Beer cans and liquor bottles littered the attic floor around his circle, flickering in the candlelight. Another handle of vodka, half empty, sat beside him, the source of his ghostly dysfunction. But Klaus hadn't planned on summoning a ghost tonight--rarely ever, in fact.

After far too many drinks, Klaus has decided it was time to practice his powers. Five and Luther always got on him about training, since they were kids. Emotionally stunted by sixteen, Klaus had rarely taken the time to purposefully use his powers. The ghost-vision was always on, until he drowned it out with drugs and booze, but who knew what he could do when he was trying.

Unfortunately, what had fueled this motivation was also his power's undoing. The only spector to show up clearly was Ben. His dead brother watched skeptically, leaned against the windowsill nearby.

"This isn't going to work," Ben pointed out, decidedly unhelpful.

"Yeah, I heard you the first five times, Benny," Klaus shot back, glaring back at him. "Are you gonna make yourself useful, or are you too comfortable in the Peanut Gallery?"

"Oh, warm and cozy." But the sarcastic smile quickly dropped, eyebrows raising at something behind Klaus. "You've got a visitor."

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Willow knew what to wish for.

She wished for Klaus to stop slowly killing himself.

"Happy birthday to us," she echoed, her voice more of a forlorn sigh than anything else. She wondered, for a moment, what the others might be doing. Did they even celebrate today?

Then again, given it was only a little past midnight, she wouldn't be surprised if they were still asleep.

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October 1st, 2013, 12:00AM

"Heeey, it's midnight!"

Sprawled on a couch in a dingy bar, Klaus Hargreeves raised his beer with unsteady hands. Whatever he had taken earlier, it was doing it's job, but his dead sister remained regardless.

"Happy birthday to us," he slurred, as if toasting with her. "Twenty four...right? Twenty four?"