#♕| me myself & i (musings)

[secondhnd]

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[aphroditelovesu]

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⤷ genre: yandere/dark au.

✿.｡ requests are CLOSED/asks and concept are always open.彡 rules and fandoms 彡 emoji prompt list 彡 prompts list 彡 kinktober 2023 masterlist 彡 wip’s list: I, II, III, IV, V ✿.｡

⤷ BTS :  💜

⤷ BLACKPINK : 🖤

⤷ ITZY : 🧡

⤷ Stray Kids : 💙

‘‘Love you so bad, love you so bad, mold a pretty lie for you.’‘

⤷ Greek Mythology : ⚡

⤷ Egyptian Mythology : 𓂀

⤷ Historical Characters : 📜

‘‘We are the lovesick girls, you can’t just end this love on your own.’‘

⤷ The Vampire Diaries/The Originals : 🧛

⤷ House of the Dragon : 🐉

⤷ Game of Thrones : ❄️

⤷ The Sandman : ⌛

⤷ Outlander : 🗿

⤷ Wednesday : 🎻

⤷ Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir : 🐞

⤷ Brooklyn Nine-Nine : 👮‍♂️

⤷ Bridgerton : 🐝

⤷ Shadow and Bone : ☠️

⤷ Outer Banks : 💰

‘‘Yeah, we were born to be alone but why we still looking for love?’‘

⤷ Percy Jackson : 🌊

⤷ Harry Potter : 🔮

⤷ A Court of Thorns and Roses : 🌹

⤷ A Song of Ice and Fire : 🔥

‘‘Love it’s so mad, love it’s so mad, trying to erase myself and make me your doll.’‘

⤷ Attack On Titan : 🗡

‘‘I’m the one I should love in this world.’‘

⤷ Marvel : ۞

‘‘I finally realized so I love me, not so perfect but so beautiful.’‘

‘‘Dearest (Y/N),

We are very happy to hear that you are back with us. It's been so long since we could hold you that we even forgot the feeling. We missed you during your absence and were almost worried to death when we learned of your disappearance. You almost had us dead! Don't ever do it again or you'll see the consequences and you know they won't be good. Or will they be? Only time will tell.

For now, we'll just leave you this letter as a reminder. But don't worry, you have a lot of letters to read and more will follow. We will send them with all the passion of a writer completely in love with its muse.

With love,

Your yanderes completely in love with you.’’

⤷ Love Letters : 💕

⤷ Love Letters II : 💕

‘‘Don’t you know that you’re toxic?’’

Thank you all so much for the kind comments and for supporting my writing despite my english not being the best. I love you all! ❤️ All the best to you guys and stay hydrated!!

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⤷ cited songs: Fake Love ;; Lovesick Girls ;; Epiphany ;; Toxic ;; Feel Special

[queenoftheboard]

Your Eirene? Exquisite. Your writing? Even more so. Both put together? I'm on my knees begging. 🥺 That is to say, I love your portrayal of Eirene, and it's always a delight reading everything you write (no I'm not a stalker). Her energy, her confidence, her thoughts, this... regal air around her. You portray everything so well that I'm just *chef's kiss*. If ever you need a stepping stool I'd gladly be your stepping stool, ma'am.

♕ how's my portrayal? . accepting

Toria, what the heck, this is so cute! ;-; You were the first mun I approached offline of the PtN roleplay community and I'm so glad you turned out to be this amazingly welcoming and incredible person because I didn't know I needed Cinnabar this badly in my life (and Chameleon, and McQueen and... Listen, I'll work through your entire roster, I swear).

I'm beyond delighted that my writing gives off the right vibes rather than just being... Long-winded nonsense, haha. I've been writing in a certain way for too long back on my main blog and at first I thought this would potentially not 'fit' with a new community, but you have been just so... Perfectly accommodating and lovely, really!

I've been enjoying immensely everything we've discussed and joked about offline and I cannot wait to see more of our joint development! I am super grateful that you have so wholeheartedly embraced my take on Eirene (and all the headcanons and everything I've extrapolated from the game sources) and honestly. I stalk your content, too - your range and ability to shift between different muses and just make me hear their voices is so good.

Please accept this gentle hug from across timezones and oceans because that's it. You're trapped now. You're not getting away. I'm chaining myself to your inbox, I'm going to camp in your DMs, I'm going to always remember your bodyguard daughter when I have a cinnamon roll. :)

[impulsivitytm]

☁︎ I was intimidated by your disposition/afraid to follow/send an ask to

♕ I’m impressed with your writing!

∞ I hope we write for a really long time!

♡ I have a tumblr crush on you

❤︎ you are my favorite writer of your muse

anonymous impressions

oh my god. you should absolutely be intimidated and afraid to follow me or interact with me because the second you do - you're stuck with me. i'll literally be one of your besties. as far as being impressed with my writing, thank you???? i mean i know we're our own critics and i'm super extra hard on myself. sometimes i go to write something and i'm like, 'no one else has ever heard this. delete it.' and i do and i hate that i do that because it's commonly used phrases too and my brain's just like, 'dylan, no." i also hope we write for a really long time!! i love writing and skipping the tumblr crush but we'll come back to that - but favorite writer? i'm sorry, what???! that makes me so happy but then i'm also like, 'okay let me direct u to the other totally awesome stiles writers because ... holy shit. i'm always in awe. now to the tumblr crush... yoooo. i have a non-lesbian crush on all of u. no, but seriously just thank you? i appreciate each and every single person that has ever had the displeasure of interacting with me. idk how u guys do it. a cookie for all of u. love u. byeeeeee ~

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[oceanicmaster]

♭: What is your Muse’s favorite and least favorite foods?

♥: Does your Muse have a preference for Salty, Sugary, Sweet, Sour, Or Savory foods?

♕: Does your Muse have any alternative dietary needs or habits? (drink blood, consume souls, eat non-edible items, etc.)

♧: What type(s) of food will your Muse NEVER eat? Why?

♡: Does your muse have food allergies? (Wheat,Peanut, Egg, Fruit, Soy, etc.)

♬: Does your muse have any food intolerances? (Lactose, Gluten, Caffiene, etc.)

♪: How often does your Muse cook their own meals? How often do they order in /go out to eat?

♫: Does your Muse have any type of food/drink addiction (like an actual chemical dependency)

♥: Is your Muse concerned with eating healthy? Do they follow-through with plans to do so?

♬: Does your Muse do any kind of meal-prepping?

✞: Has your Muse ever had any misconceptions about certain foods or nutrition overall? (i.e too much chocolate gives you acne, carbs are evil, gluten-free = healthier foods, etc.)

♭: What is your Muse’s favorite and least favorite foods?

"Hmmm... Cinnamon rolls are my favorite, and I don't like lemon pepper wings, so much. Spicy and sour don't work for me."

♥: Does your Muse have a preference for Salty, Sugary, Sweet, Sour, Or Savory foods?

"Sweet. I probably wouldn't be so much of a baker, if I didn't love sweets."

♕: Does your Muse have any alternative dietary needs or habits? (drink blood, consume souls, eat non-edible items, etc.)

"I do not."

♧: What type(s) of food will your Muse NEVER eat? Why?

"...I'm not sure this is what you mean, but it's a bad idea to just eat seasonings and spices without them being part of a dish. It dries your throat out."

♡: Does your muse have food allergies? (Wheat,Peanut, Egg, Fruit, Soy, etc.)

"I'm allergic to mangoes. It's not usually a problem, but some more exotic dishes like to use it, which can surprise me sometimes."

♬: Does your muse have any food intolerances? (Lactose, Gluten, Caffiene, etc.)

"Caffeine gives me a headache, so I can't go too wild with chocolate, most of the time. Or drink... What did Sora call it, 'cola'? Some kind of nut-flavored bubbly drink."

♪: How often does your Muse cook their own meals? How often do they order in /go out to eat?

"I almost always cook for myself and everyone else in the Land of Departure. The only exception is if we take a trip to Le Grand Bistrot in Twilight Town to support Sora's efforts."

♫: Does your Muse have any type of food/drink addiction (like an actual chemical dependency)

"Nope~!"

♥: Is your Muse concerned with eating healthy? Do they follow-through with plans to do so?

"Eating healthy is important. But if you cook for yourself, it usually isn't an issue to do so."

♬: Does your Muse do any kind of meal-prepping?

"I... Do all the cooking? I don't pre-cook meals, I guess, if that's what you mean?"

✞: Has your Muse ever had any misconceptions about certain foods or nutrition overall? (i.e too much chocolate gives you acne, carbs are evil, gluten-free = healthier foods, etc.)

"I like to think being a chef means I believe fewer food rumors, but I'm sure I believe something silly, just because I haven't cooked with some ingredient."

[annelizabethwrites]

Pairings: Roger Taylor X OC (Scarlett Walker); George Harrison X OC (Star Walker) Rating: Mature (See Notes, Muses & Warnings for the actual warnings) POV: Third-person, Scarlett, & Star Warning: This chapter will briefly talk about abuse this could be triggering for some readers so please read at your own risk

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December 14th, 1968

I noticed that Star was still asleep on the couch, and Elaina was still sleeping in her bed. I quickly got dressed and went for a walk. I wrote a note to let them know just in case they woke up. I decided to go for a walk and when I was walking back to my flat. I noticed a Smile gig for tonight. The girls are hopefully awake, and they're not. I slammed the door, hoping someone would wake up, but Star just fell off the couch. I walked over to a sleeping Star on the floor, and I started to slap her face.

"Stop it," Star mumbled, "What do you want from me."

"To wake your ass up," I stated. Half asleep, Star got up, took her hand out, and I grabbed it and pulled her up. Star started to rub her eyes and stretch. She walked to the kitchen, and the phone began to ring.

"I got it," I mumbled to myself while Star kept on passing the phone. I grabbed the phone.

"Hello, this is Scarlett," I spoke into the phone.

"Hey Scar, it's Paul."

"Hey, Paul, what is up?"

"I just wanted to check how you're feeling."

"Good, thank you for asking."

"Anytime," Paul smiled as Elaina groaned and walked out of her room. I heard laughing on the other side of the phone and started to listen to voices.

"Who else is there?" I asked.

"Oh, George and Ringo went to mine last night. You got out of the hospital pretty late," Paul chuckled. I laughed a bit, "Would you guys like to go out for breakfast?"

"Um, I don't see why not," I responded, "Where do you guys want to go?"

"The Premier at 9?" Paul asked.

"Okay, see you at nine!" Paul said on the phone, "I'll call John!"

"Bye, Paul!" I cheered. I hung up the phone and turned to Star and Elaina, "Get your sorry asses up. We're going out for breakfast with some of the Beatles."

Man, I never thought I would ever say that sentence in my life.

"Why?" Star whimpered while Elaina just walked to her room to get ready.

"Because we could walk there then drive to your college," I told her, trying to get a sad and grumpy Star to get ready. Then I realized that I would have conversations with my imaginary friend in my past life, and she told me she had a HUGE crush on George Harrison.

"George is going to be there," I said, hoping her having a crush on him is still valid.

"Why didn't you tell me that sooner," She picked her head up and screamed, then ran to get ready. I laughed as I walked into my room. I noticed a picture of Star, me, and the Beatles before they were 'The Beatles,' a pain in my heart started to grow knowing that George and John would die. What if I could stop it? I mean, I'm in the 60s, already messing with the timeline, so why don't I just mess with it a little more? I got dressed and finished getting ready, Elaina had already left, and Star waited for me. I noticed the Elaina red beetle wasn't there as we walked down.

"I saw a Smile gig for tonight... Can we go?" I asked. Star stopped her tracks and looked at me as if I was an idiot.

"Are you crazy? You have amnesia, a concussion!" Star looked at me.

"Yeah, and I want to go. It would be nice to have a night out and to make more memories," I looked at her, Star looked at me, and I knew I got her.

"Fine, but I didn't say yes because I never decline a good time," Star said.

"Sure," I rolled my eyes. As we were walking, I was thinking of ways I could save George, John, and Freddie. John is the easiest, I have to be there and push him out of the way from Mark David Chapman, but I also have to move Yoko out of the way, so the bullets don't hit her either. Freddie and George are more complicated because they both died due to Illness. Freddie had AIDs. Even though you can't die of AIDs, you can die from sickness and having AIDs. George died of Lung Cancer. He said that he had throat cancer from his smoking, but the Lung could be from the smoking too, but I also heard about him having a brain tumor. That is the thing. I didn't know if the brain tumor was cancerous or from his lung cancer. Star noticed I was in my thoughts, and then she asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Hmm," I mumbled. I snapped out of my thoughts, "Sorry, Star."

Star looked at me like she had read my mind. She commented, "Please tell me you're not thinking about changing time up."

"Yes..." I mumbled under my breath, then looked up to my twin.

"What are you planning to change?"

"To save John, Freddie, and George," I stated with pride.

"I can't believe I am about to say this," Star smacked her head into the palm of her hand, then looked up to me and yelled quietly, "You can't save them all!" also adding, "John is the only one you can save, how could you save George and Freddie?"

"Make George stop smoking because that might be why he had lung cancer," I responded, "Freddie, I don't know yet."

Star sighed, looking down, mumbling something. She looked up at me, "I'll help you... But Scarlett begged that the Brain tumor you and I both know George will get was from his lung cancer."

I nodded my head, yes, then we walked down to breakfast.

After Breakfast...

We walked into Star's dorm, her stuff was already packed in boxes, and her roommate walked in.

"Thank God you're here," Her roommate said with her red hair in a messy bun.

"You didn't come here last night, and I got scared!" The red hair hugged my twin. It looked like Star could barely breathe.

"Sienna, I told you what happened," Star tried to let go of her grip.

"Oh right," Sienna smacked her palm to her head, "Anyways want to hang today?"

"I would, but I have to move," Star frowned, "That's why Elaina and Scarlett are here."

The redhead looked at us and then looked at Star, "I'm going to miss you!"

"Don't worry. We will still stay in contact. You know the flat phone number," Star looked at her. They hugged, and Sienna left. Elaina started to grab boxes and walked to her car.

"Star?" I whispered.

"Hmm," She mumbled.

"How can we save George if he is known to be a heavy smoker?" I asked.

"Well... I forgot to tell you something," Star sighed and looked at me.

"What now?"

"You have hung out with George a few times in the past 24 hours?"

"Yes and...?"

"Was there once you saw him smoking a cigarette, or he had them in his pocket?"

"No, I thought he was going to steal one of the lads."

"Well... We might or might not be deathly allergic to tobacco..."

"What?!" I screamed, "You told me this now. Why? And what do you mean by deathly."

"When we were children, Nancy, our mother, would smoke in front of us, and we would both start to cough bad," Star started, "We then later found out that we are allergic, but there was an incident when we found out."

"What do you mean incident?"

"It was one of the Quarrymen gigs, George was 14, Paul was 15, John was 18, and we were 11..."

Flashback to February of 1958- Third-person POV (Star)

(After the gig, everyone was smoking. John told us not to leave Julia's side, but I couldn't breathe, so I ran outside. You listen to John and stay with Julia.)

George brought Star outside since she was coughing badly and wanted to get out.

"Are you alright, Scar?" Paul asked Scarlett, whose coughing is getting worse by the minute. Scarlett shakes her head yes while coughing.

"Where's John?" She asked, holding her mouth. Paul looked around for John.

"Stay with Julia and Stu, okay?" Paul walked to Julia, "I need to go find your son, keep an eye on Scarlett."

Julia nodded and ran to the 11-year-old girl, who was now gasping. Scarlett started to feel light-headed and felt less air coming into her body.

"Something is wrong," Scarlett panicked with a raspy voice.

(I heard that you started to wheeze harder and had more trouble breathing; meanwhile, there still was no sign of John.)

Scarlett started to sit, still trying to live while Stu was now helping Paul find John. When Paul and Stu found John, Scarlett's breathing wasn't getting any better. When John went rushing over to her, she had passed out with a heartbeat. John grabbed Scarlett and rushed out of there to the closest hospital.

(John ran out with you in his arms, I still felt terrible, but I could breathe a little better. We all rushed you to the closest hospital...)

Present-day- Scarlett POV

"They checked you in and did some test. The doctors also helped me because I was still having a hard time breathing," Star finished explaining, "The doctor told us we had an allergic reaction to cigarette smoke since you stayed in the room, you got to the full extent of what it could do to us."

"So that story involves George not smoking how?" I questioned while finishing up some of the boxes that Star did not finish yet.

"George was 14. He didn't start smoking yet," Star said, a little annoyed, "After he saw what it had done to you and what it could've done to me. He decided not to smoke because he likes hanging with us."

"So we already saved him?"

"Yes," Star nodded her head.

"Could've told me that earlier, when we had the conversation," I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, Yeah," Star rolled her eyes, "But now we have to make sure we keep that up. Also, if someone does smoke in front of us, we have to cover our face or make sure they're outside."

I nodded. This information is essential for my life, and I now know how to work on my mission. Star didn't have a lot of things. Surprisingly, we had enough stuff for two trips and the rest of the day to us.

Star and I started to get ready for the gig. Elaina left a few hours ago to see her boyfriend and told us she would meet us there. I am so excited! I'm going to see a Smile gig! I put on a dress that stops just before my knees, with clogs-looking shoes. The top of the dress had a tank top style top and a more flowing bottom. It had a neck collar. I started to play with my hair until I had something that matched the style. I turned on an angle to see my side profile. I noticed that I have a significant scar on the right side of my back. I dropped my hair and pushed it to my left side. The scar was about a few years old and was a little swollen. It also looked fully healed. I heard a door slam and creaking to my doorway. I quickly hid the scar with my hair by rapidly making a half up- half down hairstyle.

"Looking for a Hair tie," Star asked, walking into my room.

"Yes, where are they?" I nodded. Star walked closer to me and went to my vanity, pulled a drawer, and there was a whole thing of them. She pulled one out and walked over to me. I snatched it out of her hand and quickly put it in my hair. I made sure my hair looked okay and no one, especially Star, saw the scar I just had discovered.

A few minutes later...

Star and I got to the gig. Freddie, Elaina, and a tall, broad man were all waiting outside for us. We walked up, and I got a better image of the man. He has brown on the verge of red hair and blue-gray eyes. I guess he's Elaina's boyfriend because she has her arms wrapped around him while he has one arm wrapped around her.

"Hey guys," I shouted, "Are we late?"

Elaina looked at me in shock at what I was wearing. Do I usually wear this? I thought to myself when I saw Elaina's expression.

"No, you're just on time," Elaina smiled. Elaina let go of her boyfriend, grabbed Star by the wrist, and went to talk to her.

"Scarlett, this is David, Elaina's boyfriend. You have met him before," Freddie introduced Elaina's boyfriend to me while Star and Elaina were talking about gods know what.

"Hey," I gave him an awkward half-smile, and my hand somewhat lifted in the air.

"Hey Scar," David spoke up, "It's good to see that you're well. I heard what happened."

I nodded my head, and the girls came back. We headed inside, and the band started to go on stage.

"They are amazing, darling," Freddie said, "Let's go to the front so that we can get a better view of Roger."

Before He could grab my wrist, I pulled away, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh darling, please, I saw the way you looked at him!" Freddie started, "You fancy him, and I think he fancies you."

I started to snicker a bit. There is no way in hell that Roger Meddows Taylor will ever fancy me. I am just a fangirl who got lucky enough to go back in time, "Please, He doesn't fancy me."

"Do you fancy him?"

I dropped my head and started to look at the ground, and began to blush. He was my celebrity crush back in 2019. I can't just say no. Freddie lifted my head, "You do, don't you?"

I nodded, which gave Freddie a smirk. He pulled me by the wrist, and we went to the front row. Brian and Tim smiled while Roger couldn't see a thing. Brian air talked to Freddie, and Freddie did the same.

"Did you find out?" I read off of Brian's lips, Freddie nodded.

"She fancies him," Freddie responded without even using his voice. Brian smiled and went to Tim and whispered something in his ear, and Tim started to grin.

End of the gig...

The gig was lovely. I lost Star and Elaina as soon as Freddie drugged me away. At the end of the gig, the band went backstage. Freddie grabbed me by the wrist again and pulled me backstage. Star and Elaina were already back there while David was probably getting a drink.

"Why did I have a feeling Freddie dragged you to the front?" Star said while Freddie dragged me into the dressing room.

"Because I did, darling," Freddie admitted.

"Yeah, he wouldn't take no for an answer," I pulled my wrist away from Freddie, "Done dragging me around the pub?"

Freddie laughed. He saw Roger playing with his hair. He didn't know that I was here or Star. Roger lit a cigarette, and Freddie didn't notice that Roger did. Freddie pushed me towards Roger's way, and I fell on his lap.

"Hi," Roger said in shock; before I could respond, he playfully blew smoke into my face. I got a whiff of cigarette smoke and started to cough. I got up and ran outside until I stopped coughing. Star followed because she would begin to cough if she stayed in there.

"They're both allergic to cigarette smoke, you dumbass!" I heard. It was clearly Freddie; I could tell by the voice. I could finally catch my breath and stop coughing.

"Is if we get one whiff of smoke, we start to cough?" I asked about my new allergy.

"Yeah, we should have some immunity due to the fact Nancy did not care about our allergy, and we would still be near the smoke when we are outside." Star nodded.

"Are you okay?" Freddie walked out.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just got a small whiff of the smoke," I leaned against the wall, "You didn't have to yell at Rog."

"Yeah, but I would not like for him to kill the only person that fancies him," Freddie smirked.

"I do not!"

"You do too," Freddie and Star looked at me.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes. Star and Freddie giggled. Roger walked out of the dressing room with a skittish look on his face, guessing from the boys bashing him for lighting a cigarette.

"C-can I talk to Scarlett?" Roger uttered. Star and Freddie looked at each other and walked into the other room.

"You don't have to make this a big deal," I said, "I didn't even know about my allergy until earlier today."

"Yeah, but I shouldn't have blown it in your face," Roger softly said.

"I am fine, I promise," I smiled to reassure him. Roger walked closer to me and put his arm above me.

"Is there a chance that we could go for a cuppa one day?" Roger gave me a playful smirk. I grinned while thinking for a response, "Please, I do own you one."

"Alright," I looked into his big blue eyes, and I thought I could get lost in there for hours, but I drifted back into reality.

"It's a date then," Roger's eyes sparked, "I need your number."

"You're not getting a date out of me that easy, Taylor," I grinned, getting up from leaning on the wall, "I better get back."

I walked away, and before I entered the room, I heard Roger, "Scarlett, wait."

"So I'm not getting your number?" Roger asked when I turned around to see him leaning on the spot I was just at. I laughed and walked into the dressing room.

"Do I want to know what you and Roger talked about?" Elaina asked.

"Please, he probably asked her out on a date," Freddie screamed.

"Did he?" Star asked. I blushed and looked at the ground to hide my face.

"He did!" Star squealed like a teenage girl. I tried to change the subject. As we talked, Roger walked back in. They looked at me, then at him, and started to smirk.

Later...

We talked and went to the bar. The next thing we knew, we closed out the bar, and it was a quarter to twelve. We were at the college bar, so it closes at 12.

"Do you guys want to go bar hopping?" Freddie asked, trying not to let the night die.

"We can't. Star is drunk enough," I laughed, "I think Elaina left with David."

"Alright, but do you need help with her?" Roger asked, trying to win me over so he could get my phone number.

"I think I will be fine but thank you," I said, "We're only a few city blocks away."

"You walked here?" Brian asked.

"It was a nice day, and we had time." I nodded.

"Well then I am driving you home," Roger said, "And that's final, no fighting."

I sighed and agreed. I put a drunken Star in the back of Roger's car. I sat in the front. It was quiet until Roger broke the silence, "So about the cuppa date?"

"What about it?"

"Can we do it on Wednesday at noon?"

"Where?"

"The Premier because that is the only place you, Elaina, and Fred go for breakfast before classes."

"Okay, I'll be there."

"For an exchange, can I have your number?" Roger turned to me and gave me a grin that made me blush. He stopped at the front of my flat building. I went to grab Star out of the back. Roger has his window down, waiting for a response.

"Roger?"

"Yes, Scarlett."

"How can I give you my phone number if I don't know it?"

Roger's face twisted into a stupid expression. He rested his head on the steering wheel of his car and whispered to himself, but I could hear it, "Right Roger, she has amnesia, you dumbass."

"Premier, Wednesday at noon. Be there," I said, pointing at him with my free arm. I walked up to my flat, using the elevator, and opened the door. I dropped Star on her bed and went to take a quick shower. Before I could take my hair out of the towel, I heard knocking at the door. Elaina probably locked herself out. I walked to my front door and opened, to my surprise, John Lennon with a backpack and a tired face.

"John?" I asked, in shock that John Lennon was at my door at one in the morning.

"Hey, Scar, shit, did I wake you?" John's voice was raspy.

"No, I just got out of the shower. What's up?"

"I got in a fight with Yoko."

When I heard those words come out of John's mouth, I got surprised. In my time, they barely fought or separated from each other in their early relationship.

"About?"

"Well..." John put his hand on the back of his neck and started to rub it, "It was about the fact I spent all of yesterday with you and canceled our plans."

"John!" I quietly shouted, "You shouldn't cancel plans with your fiancé for me."

"You got into a car crash and woke up with amnesia. I think I can cancel my plans to check on you," John glared.

"Why are you at my door at one in the morning." I sighed.

"We left on not-so-good terms, and I stormed out. When you remember my temper, you'll understand."

"Come in," I invited the Beatle in, "I need to brush my hair. I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

I walked into my room, tried to find my brush, finally found it, and took out my hair to brush it. I walked out to see John looking at old photos. He pointed to some from the young Beatles era, and I looked at myself in this life, now having so many questions for him.

"John," I muttered.

"Mhm," John hummed.

"You were there for me, and you know everything about me, right?" I asked.

"Yep, I knew you since you were a baby."

"Do you know how I got this?" I said, pushing my hair to my left to show my scar.

"Yes," John whispered as his eyes looked mortified.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Nothing," John shrugged it off.

"John," I forwarded my look.

"Fine, but you did get hit by the dean that left you scar. It was this," John lifted me, and I noticed a pale indent of a whip mark. How did I not see that? "Your mother wasn't the greatest of mothers. She was an alcoholic, drug addict, and will abuse anyone."

I looked at him with more concern. He took a deep breath and went on, "We left to go to Germany. A week later, your father got deployed. We came back in July, and I saw the scariest scene of my life. We all walked into the kitchen to see you. Fingernails drugged into the chair—tears down your face with a black eye and ruined lip. Star had a matching black eye and a busted lip, but we saw burn marks and bruises all over you girls. Your stitches looked like shit, your back was bloody from them, and it looked fairly new. Your voice cracked, but you still were fighting tears. You explained everything. Everything Nancy said to you when you kicked her so you could escape and run to Mimis. You were shaking and crying... from that day on, I had felt horrible because I realized, all the times I was fucking around in Germany and having a good time, you and Star were living in pain and agony."

"You said 'I needed to tell someone that would do something about it because the authorities don't believe us,'" John finished off the story. I didn't know how to feel, but I felt tears forming in my eyes and a pain in the scar.

"Oh," my voice broke. I am trying to fight back the tears.

"A day later, we got the news that your father died, and a week later, I took full guardianship of you and Star," John tried to lift my face so he could see my eyes, but I wanted to look down at the ground. We started to talk more about nonsense. I was trying to clear John's mind about his fight. We looked at pictures. I found one that was me holding Julian with Cynthia in the back. I looked at John, and I could see his regret in his eyes, probably from leaving them.

"You know it's not too late," I told John.

"What?" John looked at me from staring at the picture of his son.

"Julian, I figure out you guys didn't end on the best of terms," I coughed. John looked at me and shook his head. One of the pictures was a close-up of Star and me, there was an opened ring box, and I only could make out the word Family on the ring.

"It was your sweet sixteen presents from all of us," John told me, pointing to the ring, "The Lads and I wanted to get you guys something to show you how much you two mean to us, so we got you a silver ring and Star a gold ring."

"You got me a ring that says family on it?" I asked, "Do I still have it?"

"You never take it off. When you feel like you might lose it or play sports, they probably had to take it off of you when you got to the hospital," John nodded. That explains why I haven't seen it on my finger. With that, I got up and went into my room to find it. John got up as well and leaned against my door frame.

"What ya doing, Scar?" John asked. I looked at him and tilted my head like a puppy would do.

"Looking for the ring, maybe it will help me with my memories," I told the Beatle, who is still leaning on my door frame.

"Scar?" John shifted his weight and started to help.

"Hm," I hummed, looking for I don't know what.

"Shouldn't you be tired or asleep?" John looked through my hospital bag, he found my basketball bag in there and opened it, he found a ring box, then threw the box at me.

"Can't sleep, nor tired," I told him, opening the box. The word Family is gems, three Amethyst, one Opal, one Ruby, and one Peril. I turned the ring to its back and noticed the engravings, R J P G S S and Scarlett Rosemarie Walker, on the inside.

"We all have them, well the lads, and I have our names in ours, and the ring is gold and silver," John took off his ring so I could compare it. It was a regular men-sized ring, and the inside said, John Winston Lennon. We walked back to the couch to talk a little more, I put my ring on my index finger, and it fit like a glove. After half an hour, I must've fallen asleep because I didn't remember anything until the following day.

December 15th, 1968 (✌︎︎♡︎Star's POV)

I got up with a splitting headache. I looked at the clock and noticed it was 11 am. Scar didn't wake me up? I walked out to see Scarlett and John cuddling on the couch. Someone started to knock on the door rapidly.

"You knock harder. I will knock you out," I ran to the door and opened it.

"Did someone get drunk last night?" Paul mockingly said.

"Sod off. What do you guys want," I rolled my eyes.

"Have you seen John?" George asked.

"Yes," I tried to close the door, but the lads grabbed it.

"Where is he," Ringo asked.

"A place," I gave them a joking smile.

"Star, please? I know you're still upset with some-" George started to talk.

"Don't even start. I'm mad at you two, not Ringo," I snapped, then rolled my eyes. They all gave me puppy dog eyes. I sighed in defeat, "Fine. Come in."

I walked into the kitchen to take something for my head. As we walked in, I started to see what was around the two. An old photo album, and a bag, guessing it is Johns.

"Guessing he came here, and they looked through old photos then crashed," I told the lads. I walked into the kitchen to take two pills for my head. I walked back into the living room, where the lads looked at old photos. Scarlett woke up and freaked out a bit.

"Hey guys," Scarlett yawned, "What are you guys doing here?"

"Looking for that one," I pointed to John. Elaina groaned, walking into the flat, and saw the lads.

"Oh hey," Elaina mumbled, half-asleep. She walked straight to the kitchen and started to make a cuppa. I looked down at a picture of me. The photo has me next to George on a train in my teen years, and I have both of my middle fingers out with Scarlett in the background. Next was the family ring picture. I looked down at my index finger to see the colorful gems and the gold ring around it.

"Oh my god, we look so young in this," George pointed to a picture. We turned the page to see more memories of us doing god knows what. There was one picture from the set of A Hards Days Night. I walked back into the kitchen soon as I heard the teapot making a nose. I grabbed a cup and held it next to Elaina's mug. She made a big pot, guessing the rest is for the lads.

"Did you come in the kitchen to run from George?" Elaina whispered, pouring me my cup.

"Fu-"

"Fuck off, I know. I know what it feels like seeing the love of your life in love with someone else."

"You still love Tim? What about your new boyfriend?"

"Yeah, he broke up with me one day and shagged some bird the next, and David is more like a temporary thing," Elaina nodded and took a sip.

"I can't relate. Geo and I agreed not to officially date until I was 18 because of John, but in a way, we were dating too. We were loveable towards each other and said, 'I love you,' but that's it." I took a sip. Scarlett walked into the kitchen and grabbed a mug. She added a tea bag and poured the water, then jumped on the counter, and I did the same. Elaina was the normal one and sat at the table but invited the lads to come to the kitchen. At the same time, they were chatting with John about what had happened the night before. I grabbed more mugs and asked if they wanted tea. I poured the water as one of them held the tea.

"Shit, I have to get ready soon," Elaina looked at the time, mumbling to herself.

"Elaina, Star?" Scarlett started to ask, "Do I have a job?"

"Shit, her job!" Elaina and I jumped out of our seats, yelling in perfect harmony. The lads started to laugh while Scarlett's face dropped.

"Please tell me you didn't forget to tell my job I have amnesia," Scarlett's tone was a little annoyed.

"You call and explain. I will bring the paperwork," Elaina looked at me. I nodded and walked to the phone. I dialed Biba's number, it rang a few times, but the only thing I could hear was the Lads laughing their asses off.

"Hello, this Biba fashion store, Mary here." Mary Austin answered the phone. Oh, thank god, it was Mary.

"Hey Mary," I coughed.

"Star, where is your sister? She missed her Friday shift!" Mary started.

"I know that's what I am trying to talk to you about..." my voice started to get shaky, "She got into a car accident, and she can't remember anything."

"Oh god."

"She's fine but has amnesia and a concussion. Elaina will bring the paperwork when she comes in. Can Scarlett go on medical leave?"

"I will talk to my manager and tell Elaina but keep us updated. Bye."

"Bye, thank you so much!"

I walked back into the kitchen to see Elaina finishing eating, I looked at the clock and noticed I had a job interview in an hour and a half, and the traffic would be shit.

"I have to start to get ready for an interview," I said, backing up, "Scarlett's fine. She's not going to get fired."

Scarlett got off the counter, but when she touched the floor, it looked like her knees gave out, and she fell, but it looked like she was about to enter another memory phase.

✌︎︎♡︎Scarlett's POV

After Star told me I was not going to get fired, I hopped off the counter, and my knees gave out, but as soon as that happened, I felt like I wasn't in the 1960s. Was I going back to 2019? Once I got aware of my surroundings, I saw a kitchen with Star and this woman with Blonde hair and Hazel eyes. I heard screaming and felt physical pain, the cut that John told me was from my 'mom' started to hurt as if it was getting cut up again. I began to get the memory of that, then my arms began to hurt like hell, and I saw the woman putting her cigarette out on my arm. I felt every slap, every punch, and burn all over my body. I must have been screaming and crying out in the real world because I could hear everyone in the flat calling my name and felt everything shaking.

✌︎︎♡︎.

Soon as Scarlett started to fall, we all went to grab her. Then she began to scream like she had a PTSD attack.

"Nancy, getaway, that hurts!" Scarlett screamed as she held her arms where Nancy would put out her cigarettes on us. After a few seconds, the lads and Elaina started to shake her gently and tried to wake her up. I was in the corner, having a mini anxiety attack because she was experiencing our childhood, and it wasn't sunshine and rainbows. Scarlett finally woke up and started to cry but got up and ran to the balcony. John, Paul, and George tried to run after her, but Ringo and Elaina understood she needed space.

"She needs space, and if she needed to talk to someone, it wouldn't be you guys," I stopped them.

"We still can help her," John hissed.

"John, you did not have your whole ass childhood traumatized and tortured by that woman. She needs space!" I snapped, tears started to fill my eyes, and I ran out to the balcony.

"I got a lot of information that time..." Scarlett sniffled.

"What did you get?" I mumbled.

"Everything Nancy did to us... I know her appearance, her voice, the things she did to all of us, but everyone else besides you and her were vivid," Scarlett wiped the tears off her face, then tried to change the subject, "Did you know George fancied you?"

"We both agreed to not officially date until me, and you turned 18 because of John. How did you know?" I nodded.

"When I was getting pulled out from my memory, I heard George say it," Scarlett answered as we walked back in, and I went straight to my room because I had to start getting ready.

✌︎︎♡︎.

Star went to her room, and I walked back into the kitchen. I felt so embarrassed. I just screamed then ran off.

"Hey," I coughed with my voice cracking. The lads all looked at me with softened faces, "I don't want to talk about what just happened, but I have a free day because I can't work. So do any of you guys want to hang out?"

"We would love to, Love, but we have to record some new material," They all smirked, but Paul answered, then Paul's smirk got a little bigger, "Wanna come?"

I smiled and nodded my head. I ran to my bedroom to get ready then we walked to the studio. When we got there, I sat on a couch in the little room while the lads went to the recording box and started to tune their instruments. I looked over to see a box with Memories written on there with a marker. I picked it up and opened it. It was more pictures of us, but this time, just in the studio, I started to realize as I was looking through these photos. Yes. I am from 2019 and woke up in the 1960s. No. This is not a dream because I wouldn't feel this much pain in a dream. Yes, I have a chance to start over again. And finally, this is not a typical time travel experience because I already had a life when I was placed here.

A couple of hours...

The lads took a break to eat. I had completely zoned out and was focusing on the pictures. I was brought back to reality when one of them slammed the door loudly. My head popped up with a little frightened expression on my face. After announcing he was hungry, George took orders, as I volunteered to go with him, solely because there is no way in hell I will let slide that I had a memory of George saying he fancies Star. When we walked out, the cold hit our faces, it was quiet at first, but I broke it.

"So, did you have a feeling for Star?" I asked.

"Why would you think that?" George choked on air.

"Because when I was coming back to reality this morning from my memory, I heard you say it," I shrugged. George mumbled 'fuck' under his breath.

"So you do or don't?" I pushed for the answer, "Do you still have feelings for her?"

"Of course, I still have feelings for her, but we were never going to work out, even if we did date," George replied, "And it doesn't matter now, I have Pattie, and she moved on."

[valorxdrive]

“Want to have a race? Last one to make it up the mountain, has to buy the other dinner.” ( *slides love your way* )

♕ - Being met with that offer already serves as an interesting enough spin upon their day. Recon for threats, more indoor oriented training, needless to say an idea of releasing that concentration into a form better suited between action and fun causes those eyes to brighten with a familiar, jovial nature. That energy within his veins already swings a brand of agreement before his words could come forth. Watching that twinkle within Mulan’s eyes only solidified the conscious thought bounces ripples within his mind. The two of them really could use this brand of exertion.

Sora’s eyes would cast a knowing look of challenge to the behemoth of a mountain that climbed skyward, countless years of formation causing a rebellious spike upon it’s peak to stab into the skies. A thoughtful hum eases from his lips as he pretends to mull the idea over, as if he was going to say anything else besides ‘yes.’ “I’ll do you one better, if I manage to lose this one, I’ll personally battle the kitchen myself to make you a memorable meal. How does that sound for extra motivation?” He muses, holding no quarter upon that cocky tint within his tone.

”Any rules ya wanna stick to this one, Mulan? I know me n’ you both got our bag of tricks, but I’m curious as to how you want to play this particular race out.” After all, the biggest delight to be held is their aligned idea of fairness, to ensure it’s a matter of them embracing the wild flight of being neck to neck, skill to skill and not something menial like oversights coming to spoil what could be a genuinely fun contest.

To think this would be his new version to those olden days of sprinting across those sunkissed, sandy shores of Destiny Island.

@adversitybloomed

[warrioroflondonbelow]

infernalrampage asked: ♛ — Does your muse believe in luck? What about fate?♙ — How hypocritical is your muse? If they can be hypocritical, do they realise this about themselves? How do they reconcile with it? ♕ — What does leading a ‘good’ life mean to your muse? Are they satisfied with the choices they make?

life philosophy headcanons: ACCEPTING

II @infernalrampage​ 

♛ — Does your muse believe in luck? What about fate?:

“Mm... I dunno’ ‘bout fate. I’m not really comfortable with the idea of some external force dictatin’ where my life will go. I’d like to think tha’, sometimes, the stars just align and things fall into place.-- As for luck, again, I’ve never really been superstitious, but it can’t hurt to dabble with the idea of luck bein’ on yer’ side at times.”

♙ — How hypocritical is your muse? If they can be hypocritical, do they realise this about themselves? How do they reconcile with it?:

“Erm... I’m mainly hypocritical with myself, I think? As long as I’ve known myself I’ve always been in the habit of bein’ way too hard of myself and lookin’ more at my flaws and wha’ I did wrong. I know tha’ it’s wrong and I shouldn’t keep the habit alive, but some habits are just hard to kick, I suppose.”

♕ — What does leading a ‘good’ life mean to your muse? Are they satisfied with the choices they make?:

“For me, I’d say leadin’ a good life involves just helpin’ as many people as I possibly can, in wha’ever way I can. I’d like to think tha’

[thatsneakymedic]

₪ ❉ ☁︎ ♕

₪  I still haven’t had the courage to send you an ask/reach out to you

❉  I’ve followed you for a long time

☁︎  I was intimidated by your disposition/afraid to follow/send an ask to

♕  I’m impressed with your writing!

// Whoa, you followed me for awhile now? That’s so flattering and I’m glad that you liked my blog enough to stick around despite that I’m slow nowadays! And it’s perfectly ok if you’re shy! Because I’m also extremely shy to talk to anyone even to mutuals who I have known for years here. 

I would say that please don’t be intimidated by me since I would love to meet you though I do like to take time for myself and relax on some days. 

But please send anything you feel like sending me since I like getting asks. And I’m not as mean as my snarky muse. XD 

[hopingforjustice]

@umtplex said: ❤︎ You are my favorite writer of your muse / ♕ I’m impressed with your writing! / ♋︎ I feel like we’re really similar and would get along well. anonymous impressions.  /  accepting.

Eddie, you are an earth angel! I'm so happy you gave me a chance to talk about our characters and their dynamics because they are totally different... And somehow this worked? I love every little interaction between them. And all your other muses, of course! Even when I don't know them at all your writing is always very pleasant and interesting. I find myself liking them and that just shows all your talent and dedication. Thank you so much! 💖

[monmuses]

♔ - Their childhood ♕ - Their teen years ♖ - Their first friend ♗ - Their first relationship ♘- Their first kiss ♟- The first time they knew they were in love ♚ - Their first experience with death ♛ - Marriage and Wedding Ceremonies ♜ - Having children and Parenthood

Stages Of Life Headcanons

Send a symbol below to hear my Muse’s thoughts/opinions on….

> ♔ - Their childhood

“I say I had a pretty good childhood! M’sis an’ I always had each otha’ no matter what. Parents got no way to keep us safe? We got each otha’!”

> ♕ - Their teen years

“It was... fine. I didn’t think I’d always have the freedom that I wanted, but I got through. I can say it was total hell. Parents were so paranoid about me all the damn time, I had no way of livin’ life!”

> ♖ - Their first friend

“My first friend? Oh, I befriended a very nice lady during the Black Plague. I happened to be one of the ‘doctors’, but I did real work. Her name was... Indigo Underwood. I have not seen her in a very long time... I hope time has treated her well.”

> ♗ - Their first relationship

“I was married to a young man named Veniamin during college. After my... incident, I learned he had despoiled my name to Mother and Father. I was presumed dead until I was released from hospital. It is... why I am more than afraid of meeting another person who might ‘like’ me.”

> ♘- Their first kiss

“I kissed a love drunk man during a night out at the Soho bar. I’d say it was... quite romantic. The poor bastard didn’t know how to kiss, but I taught him how to.”

> ♟- The first time they knew they were in love

“I... I think the time I knew I was in love was... when I first came to land. I met a young lady who really appreciated me. Always told me that she enjoyed my company. I... I did not know how to react then, but I felt so... flattered!”

> ♚ - Their first experience with death

“I don’t remember how I first died, but... I was alone. I felt stressed. My family had been pressuring me about my flaws. They wanted me to be perfect. It had gotten to my head and decided that I had no place. I forcefully removed myself out of the world because of anger, frustration and... guilt.”

> ♛ - Marriage and Wedding Ceremonies

“I always want to find someone who loves me! It is my deepest dream to be married. I have been around for quite a while, but... I still wish for it.”

> ♜ - Having children and Parenthood

“I... have always wanted to bear children. It’s... my greatest dream, but I sadly cannot bear any. I am afraid I will not be the best parent if I take in an adopted child. It is a fear I cannot seem to get over...”

[tcpdog]

ღ ━ favorite canon ships for your muse(s). are there any you dislike? ☀ ━ how long have you been roleplaying? how did you get into it? ❤ ━ do you have any crackships for your muse? ♕ ━ which fictional characters are your favorites?

you wanna know about lil ol’ me?  //  not accepting

ღ ━ favorite canon ships for your muse(s). are there any you dislike?

For the two muses (not including Archer’s admins) that I write in the PKMN fandom, neither of them have ‘canon ships’ – and in fact are hard to ship with in general. Which is weird considering I love to ship.

To me though, Archer/Giovanni is canon and y’all can pry that out of my cold dead hands. I’m also really fond of Archer/Ariana. Basically since Gamefreak barely gave my husband any attention (LGPE does not make up for it damn you), he’s mine now and I get to make everything canon that I want to be dlkfhjldfh

As for ships I don’t like for him… anything with minors, especially the protags. Like hell to the no, aged up or not. Also not fond of Archer/Petrel because to me they are such complete opposites, and while opposites can attract, these two are not the types to do that imo.

☀ ━ how long have you been roleplaying? how did you get into it?

Answered here.

❤ ━ do you have any crackships for your muse?

Archer/Looker used to be a crack ship, but uhhhhh… as @lookertickets​ can attest to, it went from being a gag to an Actual Ship because we’re awful like that. I’m a big supporter of crackships tbh, even though they tend to end up serious after a while. I love to put Archer in crackship situations, if only just to amuse myself.

♕ ━ which fictional characters are your favorites?

I CAN’T.

Let’s just say villains + antiheroes and leave it at that because I would take fucking forever trying to sort out my favorites and list them. But you could probably guess a few if you know which muses I’ve already RP’d or which fandoms I’ve been involved in dlkfhjdf

[vigilant-shadow]

♏, ♕, ✿

♏: would you and your muse be friends?

I mean, I hope so? I'm a pretty quiet person myself so I don't really think he'd find me that annoying, but on the other hand, I don't really think I'm worth his time.

♕: why you chose the muse you did

Xiao is my favorite character and a huge comfort to me, maybe the biggest comfort character I've had. And I just identify with him a lot. Seeing him get comfort and love makes me feel like maybe some day I can get the same. Plus it just brings me a lot of comfort.

✿: five things that are different about me from my muse

1) I can't play the flute, he can. Though, I'd love to learn!

2) I feel like, though I am a bit of a shut in, I'm still more open than he is.

3) I wish I was as athletic as he is. I mean, I'm working out for it so... Maybe!

4) I'm not exactly a fan of high places 😅 I always have an urge to just jump off and I'm lowkey scared that one day it'll happen and my brain won't catch up fast enough.

5) I don't have any tattoos. (May get some tho!)

[dukeoftheblackstar]

☀♕♣

MUN - RELATED

☀ ━ how long have you been roleplaying? how did you get into it?

I think I’ve been roleplaying since the late 2005 or the beginning of 2006 to this day (on and off). Way back when Yahoo Messenger was a thing and forums were still trying to stay relevant. So in total, I’d say ... Thirteen (13) years! 

Well, will you look at that!

♕ ━ which fictional characters are your favorites?

If you would count musical personas as fictional, then you’d have the Thin White Duke there,  of course. Ziggy isn’t my favorite, to be honest (and I’d probably get a lot of hate because of this lol), because he’s too vibrant and bright for me. I’m more of a mellow - yellow type.

Anime wise, I adore a parent - figure character like Kotetsu T. Kaburagi (Tiger and Bunny), Nine (Blazeblue), Relius (Blazblue), and Jango Fett (Star Wars). The strife of being a parent in a chaotic world calls for more angsty things, ha!

There’s also the Phantom from POTO, Jack and Barbosa (POTC), Jareth (Labyrinth), Sweeny Todd, Batman, Harley Quinn and most importantly, my main boo, Mistah  J. 

♣ ━ share five random facts about yourself

I can’t stare at a screen / tv / monitor too long or indulge a book for hours because my eyes would hurt easily. Same goes for bad lighting; it’s not blurry or anything and no, I do not need glasses. They’re just very sensitive.

I have a tolerable case of mysophobia. I do not like anything dirty but I won’t be bitch about it. I’d feel queasy and highly uncomfortable. The same goes for my muse; apparently, I can’t handle it in writing either.

I can tolerate gore depictions in written form address to an indirect person (muse), but I cannot stand seeing or talking about anything related to it. Be it a medical procedure, a natural phenomenon, news or just plain gorey things. I can’t even bring myself to discuss period with anyone. And no, it’s not being “ashamed of womanhood”, I just find it something you don’t discuss to anyone apart from your doctor if truly necessary.

I get inspired as easy as I get bored. If I feel like what I do, writing or actual, isn’t giving me something to work with, I’d end up doing crap. And as someone who is slightly a perfectionist, it irritates and upsets me if I know I could’ve done better had I a fair platform or means of working with it. I get annoyed if I can’t word something perfectly or if I don’t get to make something as it should.

The sea calls to me. I don’t know if it’s one of those old wives’ tales, but I get drawn to bodies of water, which is why I can’t swim without supervision. I get so entranced by it that I would dive into it and well... You know, not rise up. It’s scary and also hilarious in a way.

[shukuchiisms]

All >>> symboles >.>

➤➤➤“what 4th wall?”send a SYMBOL and my MUSE will respond:

@aira-the-ancient-star  >.>  @theharpy-thewolf

♕ what do they think of their mun?

"My personal nerd? I love to torment him ~ is a pleasure of mine, but to be honest i do not hate him anymore ..."

❖ do they like the layout of mun’s rp blog? what would they change about it?

"It's nice but it's kinda messy, that's why we're working on a new one ~"

✯ what’s their favorite official art of themselves?

♞ least favorite official art of themselves?

☯ something in canon they wish they hadn’t said/done?

"Humm ... The only things are not more canon, so ..."

✘ something the MUN has made them do/say that they didn’t want to?

"Actually nothing. This nerd let me free to do whatever I want to ~"

♖ are they popular in their fandom? how do they feel about that?

"I do not know, but I do not believe that a good amount of people know about me"

☞ would they like themselves as a character? why or why not?

"How would I not love myself as a character? C'mon! It's me!"

♋ does muse have any interest in roleplaying? if so, what/who would they play as?

“Roleplay? Only on bed! ~”

㋡ which icon of them that mun has is their favorite? which one do they never want to see mun use again or ever?

favorite:

never want to see mun use again or ever :