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Send 💬 + [Henry] for my muse to talk about that character!

I thought he was just another insomniac with a strained past and a need to talk through the silence. Turns out, he saw more than I ever did. Now that I’m… like this, he’s one of the few people who didn’t flinch. He treats me the same. Maybe even better, honestly. There’s a strange kind of peace in that.

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≻ how does your muse react to emotional manipulation? ❛ I used to fall for it. Especially when it came from people I loved or trusted. I would rationalize their actions, diagnose them even, as if understanding their pain would excuse how they treated me. Now... I see it. I feel it. And I let it pass through me like wind through open windows. I don’t always confront it — but I never let it own me anymore. There’s power in silence, in not reacting the way they want you to. ❜

≻ what is your muse's most treasured family tradition? ❛ Before things fell apart… we used to have a quiet dinner every Sunday. No phones, no work talk, just us — candles, wine, old music my father played too loud. It was the only time my family felt like a family, even if it was an illusion. I think that’s why I still light candles when I eat alone. It’s less about the ritual and more about remembering I was once someone’s daughter. ❜

≻ what is a cherished memory your muse holds close? ❛ I remember sitting on the floor of my childhood bedroom with my brother, building a model of the solar system. I was maybe six. He let me paint Saturn’s rings gold, even though it wasn’t accurate. He said, ‘you’re allowed to make the universe beautiful if it helps you breathe.’ I think about that a lot. Especially now. ❜

≻ how does your muse express love & care? ❛ Not loudly. Not easily. But deeply. I observe. I remember. I’ll bring you tea before you ask. I’ll notice when your hands shake and pass you something to ground yourself. I write things I can’t say in letters I’ll never send. Love, for me, is quiet consistency. And when I let you see the parts of me I usually keep hidden — the dreams, the ache, the grief — that’s when you’ll know I trust you. ❜

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⊹ — CAPRICORN .≻ how does your muse demonstrate their ambition ?≻ is your muse an optimist , realist, or pessimist ?

I suppose I don’t shout it. Ambition, for me, was always…Silent. I earned my degrees young. Finished residencies before most people found their footing. Not because I wanted to impress anyone — but because I thought if I could just understand enough, I’d find a way to quiet my mind. My ambition never screamed. It was the quiet voice that kept me awake, telling me there was still more to fix, more to study, more of myself to reclaim.

A realist, leaning dangerously toward pessimist. I don’t expect things to get better — I simply prepare for when they don’t. I envy people who still believe in happy endings. But I’ve seen too much. Both in this life and…fragments of the last. I know that beauty exists, and love, and goodness. But I also know they’re temporary. Everything is borrowed. Even time.

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Liesl’s deepest fear isn’t death — it’s erasure. She fears that the more she remembers her past life, the more she’ll lose her current self. She sometimes stares at her reflection and doesn’t recognize herself. Not because she’s a vampire — but because she doesn’t know which life is truly hers.

Liesl was once considered a prodigy — a two-time Ph.D. holder and a gifted psychiatrist. She devoted herself to understanding the mind in hopes of curing her own. Her office in New Orleans was a sanctuary of order and intellect. But the irony is bitter: she could unravel anyone’s trauma but never dared touch her own. Since her transformation, she no longer officially practices — yet she still observes, still listens. Even other vampires, unknowingly drawn to her calm and analytical presence, come to her for guidance. She doesn’t call it therapy anymore — but old habits don’t die, even when you do. She keeps a worn leather notebook filled with psychoanalytic notes about herself, as if trying to solve her own case.

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⊹ — VIRGO ; ≻ what are your muse's standards for themselves ? / ≻ what does your muse find beauty in ?

…Too high, I suppose. I was always expected to be precise. Composed. Brilliant. And I met those expectations — at the expense of my own voice. I once believed that if I achieved enough, cured enough, understood enough, I might silence the sadness. But it’s never been about success. It’s always been about control. If I lose that… I lose myself. Or, perhaps, I find who I really am beneath the perfect exterior. That part still terrifies me.

Things that are quiet but persistent. Moss that grows between the cracks of stone. The shape of someone’s hands when they’re not aware they’re being watched. A patient’s eyes when they finally let go of their pain. And old things. Especially broken ones. They remind me that time doesn’t make something less worthy of love — it only adds layers. I think there’s beauty in haunted places… And in haunted people.

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⸻ She shifted her bag over her shoulder, tugging the brim of the baseball cap down slightly — a nervous habit more than anything. His smile put her a little on edge, though she couldn’t tell if it was the god behind his eyes or just the intensity of his attention. ❛ …Strange. ❜ She admitted after a beat. ❛ But not terrible. I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did. ❜ A pause, then a faint, almost self-conscious smile. ❛ I think I forgot what it feels like to just... exist without a white coat on. ❜ She didn’t say it outright, but there was a flicker of something almost like gratitude behind her words — subtle, but there.

Suresh prided himself on being able to see underused potential in people. Part of having the God of Desire whispering in the back of his head. Everyone yearned for something. Suresh had offered the young vampire a job after seeing her dancing in the club just for fun. He'd been speaking to the head of security when Liesl greeted him. Looking in her direction and taking in her casual dress he smiled at her, letting the head of security go back about their business. "Liesl, good evening." He nodded, "Yes, of course. How was your first day?"

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⸻ Liesl was staring at the water, though her thoughts were adrift — scattered somewhere between memory and melancholy. She missed seeing her reflection, that faint proof of self she used to take for granted. The moonlight danced on the surface, fractured silver ripples, and she held her knees close to her chest, as if trying to keep herself from unraveling. Her eyes lifted as the voice reached her, smooth and sharp like glass in velvet.

❛ No. ❜ she replied softly, voice barely louder than the breeze. ❛ I just wanted somewhere quiet. Somewhere the stars still feel... untouched. ❜ A pause. She studied the woman in silence — cold elegance, predatory stillness. One of their kind, unmistakably. But not someone she recognized. ❛ Who are you? ❜ Liesl asked, not with suspicion, but a subdued curiosity. The kind reserved for those who’ve lived too long to be startled easily, yet still find themselves drawn to what lingers in the dark.

She ditched bodies in the woods sometimes, when she went too far and didn't pull off soon enough - the precipice of death, followed by it, Agathe choosing not to have a hoard of sired younglings under her thumb. The blonde had only one, and he had burned her terribly by no longer needing her.

A figured by the water captured her attention briefly, another of her kind, still in the serene night. Agathe paused, silent footsteps against the underbrush as she asked;

"Spot of night fishing, sister?" Not literally, of course, just the moniker Agathe applied to many other vampires, all of them children of the night.

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BARBIE (2023) — dir. Greta Gerwig

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hc + 🎡 for a hobby-themed headcanon / hc + 👗 for a clothes-themed headcanon / hc + 🔞 for a nsfw-headcanon

Embroidery of Half-Memories Liesl still practices embroidery, something she picked up in childhood to soothe her mind. — now, without fully realizing it, she recreates scenes from that time of her past life: candlelit rooms, cryptic symbols, their old home. The more she remembers, the more precise her stitching becomes. She’s unsure where the images come from, only that they feel familiar. Sometimes she’ll start a piece with trembling hands, as if her body remembers before her mind does.

Liesl’s wardrobe has slowly evolved — blending her modern taste with subtle nods to the past. She wears high-collared blouses, flowing nightgowns reminiscent of old portraits, or anything pretty and expensive that catches her attention.

Liesl, as a human, was repressed — emotionally, physically, even sexually. Her marriage was cold and mechanical. She never truly felt wanted, and that shaped her into someone who believed desire was something she could observe but not experience. Intimacy is where she feels least in control, but also most alive. She’s reluctant, hesitant, even shy… until something primal takes over, something tied to old instincts and lifetimes past. She becomes someone else entirely — more commanding, biting, possessive — a mirror of who she was before. She has an unspoken blood kink.

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⊹ — GEMINI .≻ how does your muse communicate with others ?≻ how does your muse handle the duality within themselves ?≻ is your character predictable ? unpredictable ?≻ how does your muse react to change ?

Using her phone.

Complicated, complex, it depends on her mood or how she is feeling.

Sometimes.

Very unpredictable.

Also depends on the changes… What kind, some types not so well but still she get over it soon, or she simply rolls with it.

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⸻ Liesl was quiet, embracing her own legs, and watching the lake before her, seeing the reflection of the stars and moon. The silence was broken by the noises of the nocturnal animals and the tinkle of the leaves from the trees. Everything was so beautiful. There was a beautiful magic about this night that was making her comfortable. And she was better with herself, back to work, which made her motivated.

tagging: @frgdsecrts + @sanguisxferox + @thegraveyardshifts

( not a GROUP THREAD just a simple starter )

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⸻ It was her first time at work. Her shift ended, and she was getting ready to go back to the mansion. She put on a baseball cap, a pair of simple shorts, a blue t-shirt of the Nirvana band, and cowboy boots. And she saw him while she was exiting the club. ❛ Good evening, Mr. Lal. See you tomorrow, then? ❜

location: club o tagging: @naga-raja-suresh

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Margot Robbie as Dr. Harleen Quinzel in Suicide Squad (2016) dir. David Ayer

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A BIG BOLD BEAUTIFUL JOURNEY Dir. Kogonada | Teaser (2025)

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MARGOT ROBBIE. Vanity Fair Magazine.

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MARGOT ROBBIE 'Once Upon A Time In Hollywood' Press Conference (May 22, 2019)