botanicadens

[botanicadens]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

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

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

[botanicadens]

Oh, I certainly have mugwort, vervain and rosemary are also a great choice for protection. Wormwood and dandelion I also have. Yarrow is also a great option that I have!

Hello! I'm poking around for herbs to incorporate in spells. D'you carry that sort of thing?

@ivy-rose-walker

Oh, it depends on what you are looking for. I have a fairly wide assortment of herbs and the like! Anything specific or more general use plants?

[botanicadens]

Hello! I'm poking around for herbs to incorporate in spells. D'you carry that sort of thing?

@ivy-rose-walker

Oh, it depends on what you are looking for. I have a fairly wide assortment of herbs and the like! Anything specific or more general use plants?

[botanicadens]

Reblog if it's okay to fill up your inbox!

-please feel free to specify in the tags any limits you may have! examples being: mutuals only; only for memes, general ic asks, or both; if ooc asks are welcomed; etc.

[botanicadens]

SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

Please specify the muse for multimuse blogs.

[botanicadens]

Vous n’avez aucune idée à quel point je suis heureux d’entendre ça.

Why would he deserve better?

Why wouldn't he? Leaf is a really kind and overall-decent bloke. He's got so much power, and uses it to protect people. He deserves someone better than a reckless young guy like me. Anne is giving him a child he's longed for, Rory is giving Leaf a loyalty that'll last his whole life because Rory's gonna live forever if I have any say in it. I think he's also dating an angel and Wruth or summat? I'm used to a different life than his. He deserves willows and windy days, and- better. Better than what I can offer. Better than what I am. What the hell can I give him that he doesn't already have from other, better people?

[botanicadens]

It's good to know I can still speak the language well enough.

J'ai attendu près de 200 ans, quelques mois, ce n'est rien comparé à ça. Pas besoin de m'excuser.

Why would he deserve better?

Why wouldn't he? Leaf is a really kind and overall-decent bloke. He's got so much power, and uses it to protect people. He deserves someone better than a reckless young guy like me. Anne is giving him a child he's longed for, Rory is giving Leaf a loyalty that'll last his whole life because Rory's gonna live forever if I have any say in it. I think he's also dating an angel and Wruth or summat? I'm used to a different life than his. He deserves willows and windy days, and- better. Better than what I can offer. Better than what I am. What the hell can I give him that he doesn't already have from other, better people?

[botanicadens]

...

Merci. Leaf… il connaît la vérité. Je ne pense pas qu'il veuille affronter Astaroth à ce sujet, cependant.

Apologies... my French is rusty.

Why would he deserve better?

Why wouldn't he? Leaf is a really kind and overall-decent bloke. He's got so much power, and uses it to protect people. He deserves someone better than a reckless young guy like me. Anne is giving him a child he's longed for, Rory is giving Leaf a loyalty that'll last his whole life because Rory's gonna live forever if I have any say in it. I think he's also dating an angel and Wruth or summat? I'm used to a different life than his. He deserves willows and windy days, and- better. Better than what I can offer. Better than what I am. What the hell can I give him that he doesn't already have from other, better people?

[botanicadens]

Do you want to date Leaf?

I– I don't know?

Maybe? Eventually?

I haven't ever really thought about that.

[botanicadens]

Date...?

Oh, no, me and Leaf are just– well, I don't exactly know what we are but– but it isn't dating, I swear.

I promise you, though, Leaf likes you for you. Not because you can offer him something. I have no value, no monetary gain for him, yet he still is beside me.

Besides, just because you are reckless at times doesn't mean you are unlovable. Astaroth can be incredibly reckless too. And while I have not met her, I'm sure Anne has her own streak of recklessness.

Why would he deserve better?

Why wouldn't he? Leaf is a really kind and overall-decent bloke. He's got so much power, and uses it to protect people. He deserves someone better than a reckless young guy like me. Anne is giving him a child he's longed for, Rory is giving Leaf a loyalty that'll last his whole life because Rory's gonna live forever if I have any say in it. I think he's also dating an angel and Wruth or summat? I'm used to a different life than his. He deserves willows and windy days, and- better. Better than what I can offer. Better than what I am. What the hell can I give him that he doesn't already have from other, better people?

[botanicadens]

Yet Another Random Ask Game

Can you whistle?

How long have you known your best friend?

Favourite flower?

Have you seen the last person you texted naked?

Can you speak piglatin?

Banana bread, with or without walnuts?

Are you currently wearing anything blue?

Have you ever been in an ambulance?

Is your belly button an innie; outie or inbetweenie?

Green grapes or red grapes?

How's the weather where you are?

Can you play an instrument?

Guilty pleasure song?

What was the last thing you ate?

What is your zodiac sign?

Top 3 pizza toppings. Cheese doesn't count.

How long have you been on Tumblr.com?

What's something you've only ever done once and hated every minute of it?

Are you right handed or left handed or ambidextrous?

Have you been outside yet today?

Do you talk to yourself?

Are your nails painted right now?

Favourite condiment?

Do you have vivid dreams?

Are you vegetarian or vegan?

Favourite colour of the rainbow?

Have you been to your nation's capital?

What was the last thing you looked for online?

How many languages do you speak fluently?

Have you ever been hypnotized?

Do you have a job?

Are you blocked by anyone to your knowledge?

Have you had a post break containment?

How many continents have you been to?

What was the last thing you bought online?

Favourite potato chip flavour?

Do you have a lucky number?

Have you drank water today?

Top 5 desserts.

Have you been a part of a bridal party?

Do you have tattoos?

How many pillows do you sleep with?

Are you superstitious?

Do you like yogurt?

How many meals have you had today?

Have you ever seen snow?

Top 5 comfort movies?

Have you ever met any celebrities?

Are you wearing socks right now?

What was the last animal you touched?

[botanicadens]

👥 or [Jekyll & Hyde]

What would a morally inverse version of your muse be like?

Ooooo, morally inverse Wruth? Zero hesitation to use necromancy. He wouldn't care about others say in it. He'd use it to further his goals.

[botanicadens]

🪽 or [Icarus] what is your muse’s greatest vice?

// Envy. Despite how he acts, Wruth is inherently envious of others. It's the kind of envy that circles back into self-loathing and poor self image.

[botanicadens]

Classics

Book based muse questions!

🪽‿︵‿☁️‿︵☀️︵‿☁️‿︵‿🪽

❇️ or [Gatsby] How far is your muse willing to go for someone they love?

📚 or [451] What is your muse willing to do for knowledge? Would they challenge the authority of the government?

🪽 or [Icarus] what is your muse’s greatest vice?

🐦‍⬛ or [Mockingbird] when did your muse realize they were truly “grown up”

👥 or [Jekyll & Hyde] What would a morally inverse version of your muse be like?

🫀 or [Tell-Tale] how does your muse handle guilt?

🧑‍❤️‍💋‍🧑 or [Romeo & Juliet] Who was your muse’s first love?

🐋 or [Moby Dick] What does obsession look like for your muse

🍑 or [Giant Peach] How many close friends does your muse have?

🌿 or [Red Fern] How does your muse handle death?

[botanicadens]

A quiet sigh escaped Wruth. "Thank you..." he murmured.

Everything is dark, quiet, the only sound the crunching of snow underneath his feet. His skin burned, a burn of it being too cold. His lungs ache, heaving with each breath.

He dragged himself through the woods. How long had he been there? How long must he walk before he leaves?

He kept walking, the book in his arms feeling heavier in his hands. It's so heavy. It weighed him down, but he couldn't drop it. He stumbled, knees digging into the snow, or, rather, they should've dug into the snow.

He's not in the forest anymore. It's the shop. The old shop. The book clattered onto the ground, opening and the pages turning as it finally stilled. He knew that page. The familiar writing, but he can't read it. It's blurred, smudged, unlegible.

The fireplace crackled, his skin still burning. His lungs... his lungs no longer move. They no longer breathe.

He can hear people, somewhere in the shop. Wruth forced himself to his knees, following the noise. They were conversing, except when he stumbled deep into the shop, if that even was his shop, the floorplan looked wrong, seemed to span far longer than it should, he only saw a single person.

"...mum..?" His voice is raw, shakey. That couldn't be her. It'd been so long. The figure turned toward him and–

"WřÚťh ðƐªr?"

No. That wasn't her. Her voice was wrong. Her face– her face was just a smear, like some ran their palm through wet paint.

He stumbled backward, falling as he caught his heel on something. As he careened towards the floor, he woke up, shaking heavily.

[botanicadens]

He took a long moment, slowly nodding. "Mmm, a hug sounds good."

Everything is dark, quiet, the only sound the crunching of snow underneath his feet. His skin burned, a burn of it being too cold. His lungs ache, heaving with each breath.

He dragged himself through the woods. How long had he been there? How long must he walk before he leaves?

He kept walking, the book in his arms feeling heavier in his hands. It's so heavy. It weighed him down, but he couldn't drop it. He stumbled, knees digging into the snow, or, rather, they should've dug into the snow.

He's not in the forest anymore. It's the shop. The old shop. The book clattered onto the ground, opening and the pages turning as it finally stilled. He knew that page. The familiar writing, but he can't read it. It's blurred, smudged, unlegible.

The fireplace crackled, his skin still burning. His lungs... his lungs no longer move. They no longer breathe.

He can hear people, somewhere in the shop. Wruth forced himself to his knees, following the noise. They were conversing, except when he stumbled deep into the shop, if that even was his shop, the floorplan looked wrong, seemed to span far longer than it should, he only saw a single person.

"...mum..?" His voice is raw, shakey. That couldn't be her. It'd been so long. The figure turned toward him and–

"WřÚťh ðƐªr?"

No. That wasn't her. Her voice was wrong. Her face– her face was just a smear, like some ran their palm through wet paint.

He stumbled backward, falling as he caught his heel on something. As he careened towards the floor, he woke up, shaking heavily.

[botanicadens]

"Something like that." Wruth mumbled, looking away from Leaf.

Everything is dark, quiet, the only sound the crunching of snow underneath his feet. His skin burned, a burn of it being too cold. His lungs ache, heaving with each breath.

He dragged himself through the woods. How long had he been there? How long must he walk before he leaves?

He kept walking, the book in his arms feeling heavier in his hands. It's so heavy. It weighed him down, but he couldn't drop it. He stumbled, knees digging into the snow, or, rather, they should've dug into the snow.

He's not in the forest anymore. It's the shop. The old shop. The book clattered onto the ground, opening and the pages turning as it finally stilled. He knew that page. The familiar writing, but he can't read it. It's blurred, smudged, unlegible.

The fireplace crackled, his skin still burning. His lungs... his lungs no longer move. They no longer breathe.

He can hear people, somewhere in the shop. Wruth forced himself to his knees, following the noise. They were conversing, except when he stumbled deep into the shop, if that even was his shop, the floorplan looked wrong, seemed to span far longer than it should, he only saw a single person.

"...mum..?" His voice is raw, shakey. That couldn't be her. It'd been so long. The figure turned toward him and–

"WřÚťh ðƐªr?"

No. That wasn't her. Her voice was wrong. Her face– her face was just a smear, like some ran their palm through wet paint.

He stumbled backward, falling as he caught his heel on something. As he careened towards the floor, he woke up, shaking heavily.