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[damncodyb]

Do you have a fear of getting older and losing your good looks, or will you age like fine wine?

“Have you seen me? I know I’m not even in my thirties yet but I can assure you these good looks are staying for a long time. I take good care of myself afterall.” 

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muse things send a prompt for some character facts.

SELF + HEALTH

how do they see themselves?  

how do they want to be seen by others?

what is their life motto?

would they rather lead or follow? 

what motivates them?

are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue?

do they have any pet peeves?

what do they most regret?

what achievement are they most proud of? 

what would they like to improve on?

do they have any scars?

do they have a disability?

do they have any allergies or food intolerances?

do they have any long-term illnesses or injuries?

PERSONALITY

describe their personality in one word.

their predominant emotion?

someone wrongs them. do they respond with revenge or forgiveness?

do they make snap judgments or take time to consider? 

are they a glass half-full or a glass half-empty kind of person?

do they express themselves through words or deeds? 

how often do they lie?

do they listen to their head or their heart while making a decision?

HABITS

how organized/disorganized are they?

do they have any routines?

talk about their mannerisms.

is there an item they take with them wherever they go?

good habits and bad habits.

THOUGHTS

their views on formal education vs self-education?

what are their thoughts on animals?

how much do they care what people think about them?

do they enjoy being the center of attention? why or why not?

how do they feel about learning?

which do they value more: creativity or practicality?

thoughts on material possessions?

would they rather win an argument or avoid conflict?

views on people in general?

what qualities do they admire in other people?

how do they feel about fun? 

what do they want written on their tombstone?

what would an ideal day, in their mind, be like?

thoughts on privacy? (are they private or are they “tmi”?)

thoughts on superstitions or the occult? (do they believe, not believe, etc.)

what are their religious views?

WHAT IF’S

if they could go anywhere, where would they go?

if they could change anything, what would they choose?

if they could only bring two things with them, what what they be?

if they could go back in time and undo one of their own actions, which would it be?

if they could contact one person for help, who would it be?

if they could save one person, who would it be?

if they had good news, who would hear it first?

if they were leaving, who get the first goodbye? 

LAST TIMES

when was the last time they cried?

when was the last time they smiled?

when was the last time they laughed?

when was the last time they felt brave?

when was the last time they felt scared?

THE PAST

where did they grow up?

how would they describe their family?

what was their childhood like?

what did they want to be when they grew up? 

as a child, what were they most likely to be found doing?

the worst thing that has ever happened to them.

the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to them.

the best thing that has ever happened to them.

which memory stands out most clearly?

THE FUTURE

biggest and smallest short term goal?

biggest and smallest long term goal?

where do they see themselves 5 years from today?

do they believe in happy endings?

are they afraid of dying? why or why not?

TOUGH STUFF

do they have any phobias?

do they get nightmares?

what kind of person are they?

would they let someone take the blame for something they did?

what are they insecure about?

what is one way to earn their trust?

what is one way to lose their trust?

one thing they would hate anyone to know about them.

they have to pick one: to be loved, to be feared, or to be admired.

have they ever been bullied or teased?

FUN STUFF

what is their character archetype?

what are they confident about?

talk about their moral alignment.

describe them in three words.

describe their aesthetic.

what will make them laugh?

what makes them feel safe?

favorite color and the reason for it. 

favorite book genre?

favorite movie genre?

favorite type of muse?

if they could have a superpower, what would they choose?

do they have a role model?

what is their personal kryptonite?  

how do they entertain themselves?

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Hey guys I’m just letting ya’ll now that I’ve been having troubles with my IMs either they open blank or they won’t give me any notifications. Anyone know a solution to this? It’s making it hard for me to reply to people soz 

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dvggerwclf​

Jade eyes shifted to the man’s visage, interest piqued by his — lack thereof. Mass hysteria had a track record in Salem, after all, a namesake, if you will. Peculiarly, he had negated the time spent cogitating if this would evolve to another myth the city would prop up as word of God, a tourist attraction that would prep them like circus animals, in spite of how different tragedy was looked upon in the modern society. Orion had half a mind to keep the news to himself and tuck his phone away into his pocket, but there was a nagging that he couldn’t resist. Resting the device on the table, he slid it in the other male’s direction, clutch remaining steadfast ( sticky hands and stickier possessiveness of his own belongings, scrounging over poverty for a few years alongside his brother developed a knack for squirreling away what he owned and bristling uncomfortably when another person touched it with their dirty little fingers as if he’d condoned such disgustingly puerile behaviorism ). “What do you make of it?” he asked, flat apathy aiding the casual manner of their discussion. While everyone else was scrambling as if their head had been cut off, he had been holding his high and surveying the surroundings for signs of an external crumpling. ( You did the right thing. He was going to — ) Funny how well you can convince yourself if you try hard enough. A chill tiptoed down his spine, ignored by the tacit artist, sipping from the water he had ordered to quench his parched throat and shredded vocal cords. The face before him was — familiar; then, everything had been bleared lately, who could tell if they had crossed paths? The past week had been a fog, aside from the daily routine of tossing his antipsychotic behind the bush in the parking lot of the condominium complex while smoking his morning cigarette to a pulp. “I suppose it has never failed them before to urge everyone to turn to religion, just like the witch trials. Perhaps they’ll suggest burning the Blackwells at the stake next.” The coarse execution was dry, corners of stubbled lips curvating upward and mirroring the man’s shrug, adding hoarsely, “What gain would he have from culling his own child, though? A life insurance policy? I truly doubt.”

Tough one. Cody just shrugged his shoulders. Some could say he was quiet emotionless when faced upon danger but he liked to think it was something that he got from his recklessness. It wasn’t that he didn’t have any fear but he had expectations of dying or getting hurt ahead most who weren’t as much as a daredevil as he was. He could call himself apathetic too since it just felt like he had lost his ability to feel substantial feelings since his heart got ripped in two. He even didn’t seem to hold a longer remorse for what he did to the man’s brother although he wasn’t sociopathic by any means and still felt bad for his actions. He just didn’t care if he got yelled at or hated it was something he was used to. “I don’t know. Just that we might be screwed? Maybe they’ll try to force us to do their biddings otherwise people get hurt? This place isn’t safe that’s for sure and they pay good money to cover up these things later.” Having met the founder himself he wasn’t all too impressed by him but he enjoyed the extra bucks promised to be sent into his account. Cody was already rich and all he wanted was some sick satisfication. Huh. Maybe he really was a sociopath. He laughed a bit at the suggestion and he shook his head though agreeing. “Wouldn’t be surprised if they did. Maybe they’re just repeating history all over again and we’re fucking stuck in a tragic loop.” Cody shrugged as he took another bite of his food. “Some people do sacrifice plays. I don’t know him enough to know how far he’s willing to go but you can never tell. Strifes can make you go insane.” He said. “What do you make of it?” 

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dvggerwclf​:

[ ugly mug diner. ]

“The news is certainly determined to drag out this whole… fiasco.” The artist would have scoffed and rolled his eyes by now, were it not for the news article that had popped up on his smartphone feed. The fittingly cryptic title of COMATOSE NEW YEAR’S VICTIM MISSING FROM HOSPITAL caused the hairs to stand up on the back of his neck during his lunch break, disturbing his appetite and scrolling through it in its entirety for any suspect hint that the enforcement had a clue of its culprit. Considering the squalor his spouse and best friend had been corkscrewed in, Orion had been exhausting efforts to ingratiate the two frazzled individuals, chawing paranoia in lonesome moments settled before his desk. It’s finally catching up — The musk of coal permeated through his scent as if it were interned there, the phantom of his grave nightmares ascending from underground — in a mirror, we’re the same. Casting a glance in the direction of the person he was speaking to to affirm, again, that they were truly present ( unlike the deviant shadows that would trek several steps behind ), he arched his brows. “Have you heard the latest news coming out of the new year yet?” he questioned, genuinely intrigued by what the rest of the city was ingesting of the mysterious killings. First impressions were vital to the traction it would receive in the rest of the town, were it not? Jade eyes then returned to his phone, setting it aside with a rattled exhale, a scowl enunciating the discoloration of scar tissue on his visage and restlessly shifting oedematous feet in his comfortable slip-ons. “Leave it to Salem’s own Alister Warhol to redirect us all to the fucking pulpit, useless as ever,” he muttered, picking up his fork to dig into his scrambled eggs.

Cody was to say at least glad he hadn’t been one of the people harmed by the occasion at least not to the extent where he would be injured again. He was lucky enough to have run as fast as he could after gathering drinks and proceeding to act like an idiot to make sure he wouldn’t stand out too much like an idiot. In the heap of the crowd that tactic had saved him and he had only a few bruises appearing on his skin but nothing that could be considered concerning. He started thinking as he looked at the television that maybe this was all a blessing in disguise. Non one really talked about his betrayal anymore. Not that he cared much in the first place. But it was nice to have something else be the center of attention. As morbid as that could sound. Cody happened to sit next to Orion when he watched the news. He didn’t know if Orion was the type to hold a grudge for what he did to his brother but he didn’t like he cared. “Not yet.... I don’t watch the news that often but I think it’s maybe just another person freaking out and asking if we’re safe here.” He said shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly as he ate his pancakes. “That man can do nothing but cage us like we’re rodents. If anything maybe he’s involved in all that. I wouldn’t be surprised.” He added shrugging. 

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MICHAEL B. JORDAN People Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive 2020

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lightemupleo​:

Location: Salem Forest Park

Leo sat on the cold, leaf-covered ground and threw a couple more sticks onto the fire. It was a small one, nothing enormous, but it was enough to give her that warm, buzzy feeling in her head. The kind that other kids chased after with booze or weed, and she didn’t mind either one, but this was so much better. A crackling campfire, the only light around for miles among the trees. She had a book open in her hands, but she was barely reading it, her focus on the bright orange flames. It took her a second to realize that someone else had stepped into the firelight. “Kind of a private party,” she joked, glancing over. It took effort to tear her eyes away from the fire. “Unless you brought marshmallows. Or know a good ghost story. Then you can definitely stay.” 

Cody wasn’t a nature person by any means. He was more of a city guy who liked getting drunk and wasting his nights wasted but he wanted something quite different this evening as he was growing tired of his friends nagging him to pay for all the fees. The forest was an eerie place but he liked how isolated it could be when he needed to be alone. He walked around wrapped in a hoodie as coldness was beginning to settle. He didn’t enjoy winter much. It gave him no energy and urged him to just stay hidden in his blankets. As he walked around he couldn’t help but notice a lone girl talking to him. Usually he’d turn on his charm but he was in the weird mood where he just wanted some peace. Couldn’t hurt having someone to talk to though. “I bare nothing but me and my sensual body I’m afraid. I guess that isn’t enough?” He asked jokingly with a chuckle. “I got some Snickers though.” 

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hadley-maurine​:

Location: Desert Oasis apartments’ mailboxes Status: open @primmstart​

Getting her mail was never the most pleasant experience for Hads. It wasn’t like anyone would be mailing her any checks. No, instead she would get bill after bill. One from her stay in the hospital four years back, one from the vet for when Scuttle decided her headphones looked like a tasty snack. That was hundreds of dollars just for the vet to hell her he’d shit them out in a day or so. But lucky for her, this time there was something a little different waiting for her.  “You’ve got to be kidding me”, the blonde exclaimed, looking at the letter in her hands.  “Jury duty? I just thought that was like an urban myth. How does this even happen?”

“Sucks to be you.” Okay maybe not the best response to someone who was freaking out over her turn but Cody couldn’t help but find the look on the girl’s face a bit hilarious though he knew to not laugh at someone’s pain. “Got mine done a long time ago and it was one of the worst times in my life. Just suffer through it. Beats being thrown in lockup. Try to kick back and relax if you can.” As if it was easy. But it was easier talking about when all was said and done. 

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Sorry guys for not being active but I’m back and I’ll do replies. 

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Would you consider yourself to be someone that skates by in life, or a go-getter?

“Skate by definitely. You waste all the fun if you spend too much time always itching for something. Just enjoy life the way it is.”

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Anyone on the singles docket that's caught your eye around town?

“Well it used to be Cyrek but since the man is now spoken for and I’m positive he loathes me for what I did.... Maybe the girl that I saved. Jessica or something. She wouldn’t have made it without me.”