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Munday Questions

😎 - Why did you choose your mun name? Does it mean something to you?

⭐ - What line of work are you in? Do you enjoy it?

✏️ - Why did you choose to write your muse(s)?

😍 - Do you have a specific character type that you usually find applies to your favorites?

🕜 - How long have you been Rping for? Did you start on Tumblr?

🌟 - What was the first fandom you remember Rping for?

🎨 - Are you an artist? If so, would you be comfortable sharing some of your work?

🐱 - Do you have any pets?

🐶 - What's your favorite animal?

✒️ - What sort of hobbies do you have outside of writing?

🔥 - Is there anything you would like to promote?

😏 - What's something you want people to know about you?

❤️ - What is your favorite character you've written?

🦕 - What's your favorite dinosaur?

🍿 - What's your favorite movie?

📺 - What's your favorite TV show?

🎮 - What's your favorite video game?

😔 - Have you had any bad experiences while Rping?

💖 - Do you have any blogs you really enjoy writing with?

💡 - Are there any plots/ideas you really want to write?

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He immediately buried his fingers into the sweater, eyes alight with delight. It was so soft! He runs his hands over it, feeling the knobs on the buttery smooth knit. He loved it. He loved it so much. It was perfect. He immediately puts it on, fingers running over the embroidered flowers and knobs. "I love it, thank you." He tried not to focus on how much stuff Constantine had gotten him. It was... So much. And a skirt? He's never worn one before, but if it put less pressure on his thigh, he would be more than happy to try it on.

He didn't know if he could say he didn't like something Constantine got him... But.... "Uh, the last fidget, the interlocking one. I can't really use it." He said hesitantly, rubbing his knuckles together.

"Still... Leaf said I shouldn't go to any other doctor. Dr. Proctor knows about my condition best. Maybe he'll know in this world too?" He trusted Dr. Proctor, He had been the one to help him throw out his accident and heal his leg as best as he could. It was thanks to him that he even still had a leg. "But I'll go to the appointment." Best not to fight Constantine on that, even if he was scared to meet new doctors. Not all of the ones he had met had been good ones...

He doesn't acknowledge how warm being called sweetheart made him feel. Constantine wasn't available, not to him...

Chime lay spread out on the bed. After waking up from his nightmare, he ended up slipped in and out of sleep, unable to fully sleep.

The silken sheet felt like heaven on his skin and he had never been more comfortable. Outside of the forgotten nightmare, it was the most comfortable sleep he's ever had. He turns his face and sleepily rubs his cheek against the pillowcase, breathing in the scent.

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Chime was frozen as Constantine put the fidgets in his lap. He was... Allowed to use them? Allowed to do his knuckle rubbing? He tentatively picked up the ring, turning it over in his hand and feeling the 3D dragon on it. He slides it onto his thumb and spins it with his index finger. Oh, he liked that. A lot.

He next picks up the cube, turning it over in his hands and clicking the buttons and twisting the knobs. The buttons made a satisfying click with each push, it having just the right weight to it. He sets it aside, that was an alone fidget, he didn't want to annoy Constantine with his constant clicking.

Finally he picks up the last fidget, feeling down its length and how it interlocks. He struggles to put the piece together for a second since he could see them, but managed to using his thumb as a guide. However, he slightly pinched his skin between the parts. Probably wasn't going to be a fidget he used often, if he was allowed to keep them. But if he didn't use it, would Constantine think he was ungrateful?....

He goes back to fidgeting with the ring, rolling it with a back and forth sawing motion of his index finger. "Thank you, I really like them."

Chime didn't really mind Constantine forgetting, he never expected it to happen in the first place. Couldn't let himself hope. "It's alright, it's not a big deal. We can do it after we eat. And I like listening to audiobooks and documentaries, I guess." He was scared he would get too settled, too used to such easy kindness. He needed to go home before Leaf got angry. Well angrier than he probably already was....

An appointment? So soon? He usually had to wait at least a month to see Dr. Proctor. "I-... I already have a doctor, I really don't need to see another one, I can just go to him. His name is Dr. Malcome Proctor."

Chime lay spread out on the bed. After waking up from his nightmare, he ended up slipped in and out of sleep, unable to fully sleep.

The silken sheet felt like heaven on his skin and he had never been more comfortable. Outside of the forgotten nightmare, it was the most comfortable sleep he's ever had. He turns his face and sleepily rubs his cheek against the pillowcase, breathing in the scent.

@johncon

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Character Development Questions

here are a bunch of questions to ask for the mun in terms of headcanons and getting to know their muses better. some of them are silly, some of them are very specific, and some of them are "what if" scenarios.

Are they a good liar or a bad liar?

Are they an early bird or a night owl?

Are they an introvert or an extrovert?

Are they philosophical?

Are they self-conscious?

Are they superstitious?

Are they Team Magic, Team Religion, or Team Science?

Do they believe in happy endings?

Do they fit their Astrological Sign?

Do they have any addictions?

Do they have any fears or phobias?

Do they have any nicknames?

Do they have any pet peeves?

Do they have any superpowers?

Do they see the glass as half full or half empty?

Have they ever had their heart broken?

How blunt are they?

How do they feel about politics?

How easily do they make friends?

How many languages do they know?

How well do they handle criticism?

How would they react to meeting another version of themself from an alternate universe?

What are their hobbies?

What are their political views?

What is their biggest regret?

What is their Character Alignment?

What is their Enneagram?

What is their favorite color?

What is their favorite holiday?

What is their first name?

What is their MBTI?

What is their gender pronouns and sexuality?

What Lantern Corps would they be in?

What makes them stand out from the rest?

What song best describes them?

What sort of people are they attracted to?

What type of person is your character most likely to be drawn to?

Who is the most important person in their life?

Who would be their Signature Mon?

Who would be their Digimon partner?

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A blush crawls up his cheeks at the touch, heart stuttering in his chest. Oh. That's not fair. He couldn't help but lean into it slightly, wanting it to never stop. He stopped the pitiful whine from escaping him when Constantine pulled away. "Tangerine?" He asked eagerly, focusing on that part of what he said instead of the loss of touch.

He nodded along, new clothes sounded nice, even if he was worried about the texture of it, he would force himself to wear them. And he wasn't going to lie and say the new can didn't excite him. It had been forever since he'd gotten a new cane after the custom one Leaf had gotten him.

Then he paled, stomach dropping to the sea bed and his hands came up to do said motion but he stopped himself before he could. "It's nothing, I'll stop. Sorry." Chime curled his hands at his sides, almost hiding his knuckles.

He didn't want to get hurt, didn't want to lose Constantine's good will over a habit he still couldn't break no matter how much he was punished for it

Chime lay spread out on the bed. After waking up from his nightmare, he ended up slipped in and out of sleep, unable to fully sleep.

The silken sheet felt like heaven on his skin and he had never been more comfortable. Outside of the forgotten nightmare, it was the most comfortable sleep he's ever had. He turns his face and sleepily rubs his cheek against the pillowcase, breathing in the scent.

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"I'm feeling okay, much better than usual." He didn't say anything about the headache pressing at the sides of his temples. It wasn't so bad, he could handle it and not bother Constantine more.

He leaned forward slightly at the promise of touch, "go ahead," he said, hiding his eagerness for touch for the most part. "You didn't have to do that, you know, you've already done so much for me."

Chime lay spread out on the bed. After waking up from his nightmare, he ended up slipped in and out of sleep, unable to fully sleep.

The silken sheet felt like heaven on his skin and he had never been more comfortable. Outside of the forgotten nightmare, it was the most comfortable sleep he's ever had. He turns his face and sleepily rubs his cheek against the pillowcase, breathing in the scent.

@johncon

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Chime hummed softly at the sound of Constantine's voice. He carefully leveraged himself up and sat up against the head board. His eyes were a little red rimmed but he smiled toward the direction Constantine's voice came from.

"Yeah, I'm awake." His hand moved towards where the tap came from but stopped. He could smell something good, bacon and other food. He really shouldn't have it, the grease too much for him. But... He felt okay and, despite his nightmare, well rested. Constantine.... He wasn't Leaf, he didn't know. And he had been so good, he should be allowed to have something good. And he could hide his sickness, he was good at that. Constantine wouldn't need to know.

Chime lay spread out on the bed. After waking up from his nightmare, he ended up slipped in and out of sleep, unable to fully sleep.

The silken sheet felt like heaven on his skin and he had never been more comfortable. Outside of the forgotten nightmare, it was the most comfortable sleep he's ever had. He turns his face and sleepily rubs his cheek against the pillowcase, breathing in the scent.

@johncon

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Chime lay spread out on the bed. After waking up from his nightmare, he ended up slipped in and out of sleep, unable to fully sleep.

The silken sheet felt like heaven on his skin and he had never been more comfortable. Outside of the forgotten nightmare, it was the most comfortable sleep he's ever had. He turns his face and sleepily rubs his cheek against the pillowcase, breathing in the scent.

@johncon

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send me 💬 or "unsent texts" i'll share three texts my muse typed but never sent yours.

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Send “Rumor has it...” And a rumor about my muse

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Chime twisted, fists clutching silken sheets.

It was Leaf as he remembered him, 13 and brown hair hanging to his chin and babyfat on his cheeks

His brother hands his a cane covered in brambles and torns. His hand wraps around the handle, barbed vines shooting into his arm. He can feel them in his bones, heading right for his spine—

Suddenly his in third person, he stares down at the body that he just knew was his. He couldn't see defined features, but his could feel his log hair brush his shoulders. He watched as the brambles wrapped around his lower spine and he watched-felt  the torns dig into the vertebrae of his spine threatening to shred it like paper-mache—

He blinks and he's somewhere else. It was dark here. But different. He saw nothing no color or the absent of it. The dark had color here, the deepest blues and purples and reds and greens a swirling mass around and around him. There was a strangle tin-y buzz, rising higher and higher pitch! He could feel his heart racing! Slamming in his Chest!

Breath!—

And he was somewhere else.

He couldn't see, but he felt warmth next to his and he leaned into it. Words flowed through his mouth and he didn't understand a single one. He laughed, he wasn't sure at what.

It felt safe here.

He heard The Warmth's voice, soft and lyrical, a singer's voice, possibly. He didn't know what it was saying, but he felt safe. He starts to rub the back of his fingers together, relaxing.

The Warmth stops speaking. He turns , confused. Why did it stop?

Then The Warmth's voice comes back, louder, angrier, harsher, The Warmth grabs his hands and oh he understands now. He messed up and The Warmth needed to punish him. He holds them out, tensing for the sting—

He sat up with a gasp, shaking. The dream falls through his fingers like smoke as tears roll down his cheeks. He turned and buried his head in the pillow under him, the scent mint cookies, warm vanilla and something salty and almost floral filling his lungs as he sobs quietly over an already vaded dream.

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"good night, Constantine. Please do, the sun can't really wake me up." He relaxes into the bed, subtly taking a deep breath as he lays down. This was the most comfortable bed he's ever been in. The only thing stopping this from being a completely perfect moment was the ever present ache in his thigh. "Thank you."

Chime has been shambling forward on his cane, shoulder, leg, and hand aching.

And then his cane hit air and he was falling. Falling and falling and falling—

He screams and curls into himself, trying to protect his internal organs and head. He hits plastic and it crunches a little at the sudden weight. Pain flares up, bright and hot and unending. His voice breaks in the middle of a silentle scream.

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"if you're sure..." He feels his way into the blankets, slipping under them. They were the smoothest sheets he's ever touched, soft and cool and perfect. He did know if he could go back to his old bedding after this. "And the fan, please?" With these sheets and the white noise... Heaven, this really was heaven.

Chime has been shambling forward on his cane, shoulder, leg, and hand aching.

And then his cane hit air and he was falling. Falling and falling and falling—

He screams and curls into himself, trying to protect his internal organs and head. He hits plastic and it crunches a little at the sudden weight. Pain flares up, bright and hot and unending. His voice breaks in the middle of a silentle scream.

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He could listen to that soft scratching all day. Maybe with his head in Constantine's lap. That would be nice.

Husband? Boyfriends? His ears turn red. He never thought about having multiple partners. Or really that he would have any partner at all. "If- if you're sure?" Wait, would Constantine's husband be mad at him for taking his spouse's bed? His heart stutters in fear at that.

Chime has been shambling forward on his cane, shoulder, leg, and hand aching.

And then his cane hit air and he was falling. Falling and falling and falling—

He screams and curls into himself, trying to protect his internal organs and head. He hits plastic and it crunches a little at the sudden weight. Pain flares up, bright and hot and unending. His voice breaks in the middle of a silentle scream.

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"Thank you, I'll try whichever you give me." And he would, even if he was attached to his cane after all the years that he had had it. His cheeks color slightly at Constantine's compliment. At least he thought it was a compliment.

"I like tangerines and soup." He said softly. He wasn't supposed to have tangerines, but Constantine didn't need to know that, right? It would be fine and he could have his favorite fruit. "I'm a size nine, I think? I mainly wear slip on so exact size doesn't matter as much."

"wait this is your room, isn't it? I can't take over your bed." Even if it was heavenly soft and he didn't want to move at all, it was Constantine's, he couldn't take this from him.

Chime has been shambling forward on his cane, shoulder, leg, and hand aching.

And then his cane hit air and he was falling. Falling and falling and falling—

He screams and curls into himself, trying to protect his internal organs and head. He hits plastic and it crunches a little at the sudden weight. Pain flares up, bright and hot and unending. His voice breaks in the middle of a silentle scream.

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A small sound is trapped in his throat when he feels Constantine pull away after sitting him down on the soft bed. No. He rubs the back of his fingers together, feeling his knuckles rub against each other. He stops when he realizes what he's doing, putting his hands flat on his knees instead.

"it being too short can cause back pain?" His lower back ached sharply, as if in agreement. "but... Leaf custom ordered that... Said it was at the right height for me." It wasn't custom ordered, the generic brand printed in large letters along the shalf. "... I'll try the new one... Just don't throw mine out, please?"

Chime has been shambling forward on his cane, shoulder, leg, and hand aching.

And then his cane hit air and he was falling. Falling and falling and falling—

He screams and curls into himself, trying to protect his internal organs and head. He hits plastic and it crunches a little at the sudden weight. Pain flares up, bright and hot and unending. His voice breaks in the middle of a silentle scream.

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Chime tenses up, his breath catching in his throat as his yellowed fingertips curl to clutch at Constantine. Warmth. Touch. He wanted to sink into it, to never let go. He would get sick... But... He didn't care. Not now. Not with how kind and warm and safe Constantine made him feel. He could handle the dizzy spells and fever that would come after.

Chime couldn't bring himself to say anything, not sure he wouldn't just start begging for Constantine to continue holding him.

He leans on Constantine fully as he walks him to the bed, just because he could and because he did need it.

Chime has been shambling forward on his cane, shoulder, leg, and hand aching.

And then his cane hit air and he was falling. Falling and falling and falling—

He screams and curls into himself, trying to protect his internal organs and head. He hits plastic and it crunches a little at the sudden weight. Pain flares up, bright and hot and unending. His voice breaks in the middle of a silentle scream.