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Hiatus

//So, my muse for threads and memes that I never get has been shit lately... I’m going to go on hiatus and I’m not sure how long it’s going to be. Just letting you all know.

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//So I haven't been feeling much muse for threads lately and I'm sorry. I've been feeling pretty shitty about RPing in general because a lot of my threads have been dropped, memes I send to others don't get answered even if we're mutuals, and I barely ever get memes (even from the people I always send memes to) so I feel like no one really wants to interact with Alek and it's making me second guess coming back to either of my blogs.

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Are you Team Floki or Team Ragnar?

Bitch, I’m Team Rollo’s Man-Bun.

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Send me "Let's be naughty" For my muses reaction to yours pinning them against the wall.

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Send me some for character solidifying!

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

7. What was the economic status of their family?

8. How does your character feel about religion?

9. What about political beliefs?

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED?

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?

31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate?

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health? 

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them?

45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic?

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible?

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

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Difficult Questions for Muses

(Please remember to use trigger warnings as and when necessary)

Do you think that you’re a good person?

Do others like you? Do you want others to like you?

What do you think others like or admire about you?

How do you know when you’re in love? (romantic or platonic)

Would you or have you ever killed? What would drive you to kill? 

Do you think that killing is ever justified?

Have you ever done anything that you feel to be very morally wrong?

Should all people be treated as equal, and have the same rights?

If you committed a crime, would you accept punishment willingly?

Is suicide ever the right choice?

Is euthanasia ever the right choice?

Is it right to have an intimate relationship with somebody you don’t love?

What could make you break your own moral code? 

Have you ever doubted your own beliefs? (Spiritual, philosophical)

Would you always be loyal to your loved ones even if they wronged you?

What would you consider a fate worse than death?

Why do you love the person or people you love? (romantic or platonic)

Do you agree with capital punishment?

Could you ever forgive your worst enemy?

What would you like to achieve before you die?

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“You couldn’t get both? Well, do you at least have a plan as to how we’re going to figure out the ‘where’?”

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        ‘ I don’t have a location, just a name. ’

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The sound of the door opening startled her, but Drogo didn’t seem to be ready to pull away, and so she remained. His father sounded surprised to see them at the door, or perhaps he was surprised to find them in such a way outside the house.

Alek couldn’t help the smile that continued to pulled at the corners of her lips as his fingers grazed across her cheek and moved the hair from her face. “I doubt it would’ve been much a surprise anyway,” she chuckled, “You wouldn’t have been able to hold it in long.” 

She offered Roggar a quick wave as she was pulled past him and into the house where his mother and sister greeted them eagerly. The sudden weight of the young girl thrown into her middle forced the air from her lungs as well as a laugh. “Hello, Annika! My, my, I think you’ve gotten bigger!” she replied to the girl’s eagerness, wrapping her arms around her. “I am! We’re finally going to get married! But I had to ask him to marry me; he was taking too long,” she laughed, glancing over at Drogo.

Releasing her hold on Annika, Alek walked over to Abelina and hugged her, “It’s so good to be back, Abelina. I’ve missed you, all of you.”

Moving Mountains, Working Miracles. II Closed with mywolfishgrin II

It was around the time that Drogo was kissing her back and holding he hand that his father opened the door on the scene. The man must have heard them speaking and had taken the liberty to see who was on their doorstep.  “Drogo? Alek?” He questioned with dawning realization begining to show on his features. “Abelina! Come quick!” Roggar called through the house.  Drogo pulled away and smiled up at his soon-to-be wife. “Well, no need in telling them anymore.” He said with a light chuckle. He moved his hand to tuck a strand of hair that had fallen from behind her ear.  He stood and took her hand in his much larger one and squeezed passed his flabbergasted father and made his way to the warm hearth. That’s where his mother and Annika were gathered wondering what was going on. “Alek!” Annika cried with wonder as he ran to the woman and wrapped her arms around her, “Oh, and Drogo, too!” She was happy to finally see her brother and his companion that she enjoyed so much. Annika, not one to miss anything, noticed the ring on Alek’s finger and gasped.  “You’re getting married to my brother?” She asked with amazement. 

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“What the fuck, Kael?” she shouted, knowing there was no point in keeping quiet at this point. The sudden burst of light pained her eyes for a brief moment, but they soon adjusted and she turned her attention to the other Silver Hand members that were running toward them from somewhere beyond the platform she stood on. One was a mage, much to Alek’s dismay (she hated fighting mages), and the other was clad in much sturdier armor than the rest of the Silver Hand they’d come across, this was obviously the group’s leader.

The bandit leader allowed the mage to run ahead and slowed his own steps. Alek rushed toward the mage, hoping to catch her before she unleashed any spell. Unfortunately, Alek wasn’t fast enough, and the mage sent a column of ice toward the Companion, hitting her in the left shoulder. The ice shattered against her armor, but the chill reached far past the metal and stole all heat from her arm. 

Thankfully, the adrenaline from the fight kept her from feeling the cold travel through her body. Her other shoulder drove into the mage’s torso, sending the ice into the air and the mage and Alek to the ground. The ice on her armor had numbed her shoulder, making it difficult to push herself from the ground, giving the mage the opportunity to roll over onto Alek. A heavy fist was thrown into the Silver Hand’s nose, connecting with a loud crunch, a scream, and a sudden rush of blood. 

Retrieval ||closed with eveningwolves||

“Four.” He echoed in a mocking voice and rolled his eyes. “Aye, we’ll see about that!” Raising his blade, he bolted as fast as he could toward the other Silver Hand, his fingers itching to cleave through the unfortunate soul.

Kael had been so focused on his goal that he failed to notice the lit lantern hanging from the ceiling. The Silver hand drew her sword and sliced through a rope, sending the lantern down to the ground and catching quickly, causing Kael to reel back quickly as the fire began to spread.

Oil! The Silver Hand retreats behind the wall of fire, calling for her comrades at the top of her lungs.

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“Fight Me”

“You and your precious alchemy,” Alek muttered through gritted teeth as she swung her blade through the spine of a skeleton. “’Come with me to gather Nightshade, Alek!’ ‘Okay, Nor! Where are we going?’ ‘Oh, just some old Nordic graveyard.’ ‘Hmm, that sounds like a bad idea, but hey, why not?’” she mocked, dodging attacks and delivering more of her own. 

The two made short work of the skeletons, and Alek let out a sigh of relief, “How did they bury so many people here?” she asked rhetorically. “Anyway, gather your shit and let’s-” her words were cut short as a second wave of skeletons began digging their way out of the graves. “Goddammit. Never again, Nor! No more graveyards.”

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"Fight Me"

“Cm’on, y’ bashterds!” Alek yelled, holding a bar stool over here shoulder. “Cm’on!” 

She stood back to back with Kael, each staring down the group of men that had pissed them off somehow. Whether it was from harsh words shared between them or a simple trip and bump into someone, Alek didn’t know and she didn’t care. A fight was a fight, and a fight when she was drunk was even better. 

Leaning back against Kael, she whispered, or thought she whispered; it came out in a slurred breathy mumble, “You ge- you get thoshe two, an’ I get theshe two. Got it?” 

She returned her focus to the two in front of her and swung the chair across her body, but was unable to stop herself from spinning and hitting Kael in the side with her back swing, shattering the stool. “Ay! Watchsh it!” she yelled at him, completely ignoring those she had been aiming for and turning her back to them. Her pushed Kael’s back to get his attention, “What’d ya run int’a me for? Ya fucked up my swing!”

Kael spun around and pushed her back, making her lose her balance and stumble over the splintered wood littering the floor. Her body landed gracelessly on the floor with a heavy thud.

“What are you-” Hulda came running out from the Bannered Mare’s kitchen; her face took on the color of the tomato in her hand, which, upon seeing the destroyed stool, was smashed in her fist. “Dammit, Alek!”

Alek struggled to her feet and appeared offended, “Why do ya always blame me? You di’nt see what happened.” Pointing over at Kael, she added, “He could’a done it!”

“You always do it, Alek!” Hulda marched over to Alek and grabbed her tunic, doing the same to Kael and pulling them toward the door. “I’ve had enough of you two. If you weren’t part of the Companions, I’d have banned you from coming back,” she barked at Alek. “Sober up before either of you come back!” 

The pair was pushed through the door and down the stairs, tripping over the first step and falling down the rest. Alek landed on Kael’s abdomen, forcing a grunt out of him before laughing heartily together.

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Jorrvaskr, Mead Hall of the Companions

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Have you ever eaten horker meat?

“Yes, and it was… okay. A bit tough for my liking, but it wasn’t bad.”

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send me “have you evers” and I can only reply with “yes” or “no”