Someone annoying me about anything at all, repeatedly:-complain complain complain- Me, a student of Dumb and Dumber: You are about to hear the most annoying sound in the world, to make you go away -Deep breath in, before screaming in a certain tone that doesn’t fuck up my throat, but gets rid of people-
a collection of questions to send a mun about their muse based on classic literature books. change & alter as needed.
A Christmas Carol: Has your muse ever rejected or pushed away the well-intentioned invitations of another? Why?
A Little Princess: Has your muse ever experienced “good karma” — a good deed or kind action, performed with no expectation of reward or repayment, that came back to help them in the end? Tell us about it.
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn: Has your muse ever felt torn between what their society / culture expects from them and their moral values? What did they decide to do about it?
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland: Has your muse ever experienced something unexplainably bizarre? What was it? Did they ever tell anybody about it?
Anne of Green Gables: Does your muse have a good imagination? What do they tend to daydream about?
The Brothers Karamazov: Does your muse hold any religious beliefs? Why do they hold these beliefs? Have they ever faced a trial or hardship wherein these beliefs were tested?
The Catcher in the Rye: Has your muse ever misjudged someone? Did they ever realize they had done so? What did they do to make amends?
Crime and Punishment: Has your muse ever committed a serious crime? Have they ever done something they regret to this day? What was it? Why did they do it?
Dracula: What is your muse’s opinion on the morbid and the macabre? Do they feel a fascination / connection to these things, or an aversion? Tell us why.
Emma: Has your muse ever attempted a matchmaking scheme? Why? How did it turn out in the end?
Fahrenheit 451: Has your muse ever faced censorship or backlash for a speech they’ve made, or a creative work they’ve produced? How did they respond?
Frankenstein: Has your muse ever allowed their ambition to lead them down the wrong path? What happened?
The Great Gatsby: Would you say your muse is a greedy or materialistic person? Why or why not? Tell us about a life experience they’ve faced that shaped this attitude.
The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Has your muse ever faced any kind of discrimination or oppression for an aspect of themselves that they cannot change? How has this experience shaped their attitude toward that aspect of themselves? Have they ever perpetuated any kind of discrimination or oppression against others, whether unintentionally or deliberately?
Jane Eyre: Has your muse ever experienced rejection, abuse, or abandonment at the hands of a loved one? How did they cope with the betrayal?
The Little Prince: Describe your muse’s childhood. What did their home look like? What were their parents like? How have they changed as a person in the intervening years?
Lord of the Rings: Would your muse prefer to literally live on forever, or achieve immortality through the stories their loved ones share after they have gone? What sort of stories do you think your muse’s loved ones would tell about them?
Moby Dick: Has your muse ever desired revenge? Has your muse ever taken a quest for vengeance too far? How did it turn out in the end?
North and South: Does your muse have somewhere they call “home” that isn’t the house they physically live in? Where is it, and why do they regard it as such? Why do they not view their literal home in the same way as this special location?
One Hundred Years of Solitude: Has your muse ever experienced isolation from others, whether physically or emotionally? Why were they subjected to this? Did they inflict the seclusion upon themselves, or did external circumstances force it upon them? How has it affected them?
Peter Pan: Did your muse ever face a challenge or hardship in their childhood that their parents could not or did not protect them from? Did your muse always have to handle their problems all on their own? If so, how has this shaped them as an adult?
Pride and Prejudice: Has your muse ever allowed their pride to get in their way? Have they ever been too proud to accept or pursue something they secretly wanted?
The Scarlet Letter:
Has your muse struggled to shape their identity apart from harmful societal labels? Did they ever choose to “go with the flow” and conform to these labels, or did they fight back?
The Secret Garden: Does your muse enjoy the outdoors? Do they experience a connection or fascination with nature?
Sense and Sensibility: Does your muse tend to be a more practical or a more fanciful person? Why? Has this trait ever landed them in trouble, or saved them from it?
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde: Has your muse ever been forced to conceal or suppress a part of themselves because society would not accept it? Have they ever had the freedom to be their true self? What would they do if they knew they would face no consequences or judgment for their actions?
Treasure Island: Has your muse ever been on an adventure? Where did they go? What lessons did they learn from the experience? What sorts of people did they encounter?
Wuthering Heights: Has your muse ever found themself in a toxic or destructive relationship? Who was the other party? How did it end?
The werewolf prince blinked. He was lost? Oh no. Maybe he found himself in the woods. Caspian hopes that his people were did not scare this poor man— if they were in their wolf forms , probably it would be a heart attack to see large wolves roaming around hunting. Caspian nods at the man.
“ Yes I am from the village, I am the one who runs the place.. or Prince if you can call it.” Caspian let out a smile. He dipped his head . He noticed how strange this man was. He looked ill. “ Do you want to go with me back? I am sorry if you saw large wolves roaming..” Caspian said. The werewolf placed a hand on the other man’s shoulder.
Lockley brought his eyes up, thinking about the strangers words for a moment. The village…of course. The place that reported the…incident. Of some creature out on the loose, taking one victim he knew of already “Prince.” Where had that jackal led him, this time? Lockley attempted a grin, trying to appear more warm than he could actually muster. So he gave up with it after a moment.
Blinking, he scrunched one side of his face as he heard the other go on “Seems my …uh…dog… is in one of his little moods again.” He explained a little bit “Kind of led me out here, then just took off about fifteen minutes ago, barking down something.” Maybe the poor thing had gotten one of the two training schools mixed up, becoming more an investigator in the moment Lockley needed eyes more “That would be really kind of you, sir.”
Though what the other was saying did come off a bit more confusing “I’ll be honest, I didn’t really see much of anything at all.” Lockley commented as he reached his hand up to scratch the side of his own head “You didn’t happen to see a dog around here, did you?”
The werewolf prince blinked. He was lost? Oh no. Maybe he found himself in the woods. Caspian hopes that his people were did not scare this poor man— if they were in their wolf forms , probably it would be a heart attack to see large wolves roaming around hunting. Caspian nods at the man.
“ Yes I am from the village, I am the one who runs the place.. or Prince if you can call it.” Caspian let out a smile. He dipped his head . He noticed how strange this man was. He looked ill. “ Do you want to go with me back? I am sorry if you saw large wolves roaming..” Caspian said. The werewolf placed a hand on the other man’s shoulder.
“ Yeah, I don’t think anyone in the history of ever has put the words ’ puppy ’ and ’ crocodile ’ in the same sentence . . . ” The vampire giggled, pecking his lips once again. “ Those things are dinosaurs . . . literally, I’m pretty sure. They’re SCARY. ” Her arms tightened around him, an inquisitive expression painting her features. “ So are all the animals on this planet capable of grizzly murder? Or is that specific to the cute and cuddly ones . . . ”
Finnian winces and gives her a concerned look for a moment “No? But they are so …adorable.” He makes a face, shrugging his shoulders “You sure?” He questioned Emma then. Glancing to one side, Finnian considered her words for a moment “Well maybe if people stopped stepping into their home and threatening their babies they would probably be a bit nicer.” But he wasn’t so entirely sure that were true, either. Grinning as he thought about it he turned for a moment before her arms held tighter around him, turning his head back to meet his eyes with hers “Ah, most creatures certainly could be.” He looked around “This planets not on the maps, I’ll say, maybe, to be cautionary. The cute one’s are off limits.”
“Sasha… Sasha.” Raven softly called, as a mother would do with a sleepy child, although he was actually flashing the torchlight of his phone right in the Other’s eyes.
He didn’t need that, he could perfectly see Sasha waking up in the darkness of the night, it was just meant to be a visual stimulation. An annoying one too.
Raven chuckled as the Other slapped himself in the attempt to cover his eyes, but he switched out his torchlight too. With his free hand, he icely stroked Sasha’s hair, and licked the copious blood on his mouth one more time. The crimson fluid was drying up all over Raven’s face and neck, creating a strong contrast with his pale skin.
“Still alive, Dove? I’m impressed.” Raven commented. They were on the rooftop of a skyscraper, alone. Raven had been lying down and observing the starry night blurred by light pollution and waiting for Sasha to wake up. Or die.
The amount of blood Raven had taken from him was no joke, and his feeding had turned into a mess when the Other suddenly no longer seemed interested in the experience.
Oh well, sometimes that happened…
“If you’re planning to give up, please make up your mind soon. I’ve places to be after I dispose of you.”
Scrunching his nose, the male shift his head a bit, still finding it hard to look into the light, he turned his hands over, further covering his eyes, he could start to tell the light wasn’t natural, it wasn’t warm, it was cold, on top of the chill already running through him. Sasha could hear the laugh, noting as masculine and narrowed his eyes, wondering why anyone would even attack him.
But his mind went more to what they had done, and why they were so amused about it in the end. He couldn’t exactly feel much pain, mostly what he was feeling was fatigue. The pain mostly resonated from one primary point, spreading from their to the rest of his body, dulled as it spread farthest from his wound “Dove?” Their comment irritated him “I’ve never been easy to kill.” As many had come to learn by now. The Darkness that hunted him and his elementally gifted friends…Those he fought against while in the army.
“What…makes you special?” Nothing, probably. They were just one more thing, that he was guessing he would need to add to his list of ‘tried it and failed’. It was his turn to grin, pale as he was, eyes now adjusted, narrowing in on the other a bit as he dropped his hands from his face, a normally warm ocean light bright blue color to them “I stopped trying to give up some time ago…Life can be shit, but I can handle it.” He debated attacking them, but felt weak “Oh…” Blinking, he looked down “Try it. Then…I’ll tear you up.” Usually he had been known to be more shy, cowardly, even, at one point. But since meeting with the Darkness, he had grown from that, in some measures.
He was not going to let himself die now, not here. Not while he still had to find his friends and finish the task they started at the orphanage as teenagers “…I’ll finish.” Still dizzy he slumped a bit, clearly a bit out of it still, mentally, as well as physically “To save him.”
“Sasha… Sasha.” Raven softly called, as a mother would do with a sleepy child, although he was actually flashing the torchlight of his phone right in the Other’s eyes.
He didn’t need that, he could perfectly see Sasha waking up in the darkness of the night, it was just meant to be a visual stimulation. An annoying one too.
Raven chuckled as the Other slapped himself in the attempt to cover his eyes, but he switched out his torchlight too. With his free hand, he icely stroked Sasha’s hair, and licked the copious blood on his mouth one more time. The crimson fluid was drying up all over Raven’s face and neck, creating a strong contrast with his pale skin.
“Still alive, Dove? I’m impressed.” Raven commented. They were on the rooftop of a skyscraper, alone. Raven had been lying down and observing the starry night blurred by light pollution and waiting for Sasha to wake up. Or die.
The amount of blood Raven had taken from him was no joke, and his feeding had turned into a mess when the Other suddenly no longer seemed interested in the experience.
Oh well, sometimes that happened…
“If you’re planning to give up, please make up your mind soon. I’ve places to be after I dispose of you.”
