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GILLIAN ANDERSON as DANA SCULLY The X Files, ‘War of the Coprophages’

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Despite the thick wall of ice around herself that Mary had built brick by brick, Jan's response elicited a genuine smile from her; even if she tried to fight it and mask it with a cough. Her cheeks still burned brightly. These damn Polat's and their genes. She sometimes forgot she was a girl still, and not one of Dumbledore's empty and hollowed out soldier, even if she didn't recognise the ghost staring back in the mirror anymore. "Oh I'm not, believe me Jan. But I'm usually remembered for all the wrong reasons," Mary said to him, paired with a joking wink.

Mary nodded along to his words, humming in agreement. It was hard enough to wrap her head around the fact she had died, only to come back during Christmas of all times. And without any presents to give anyone, though she'd argue her presence alone was a gift enough. "At least we all didn't kill each other on the streets. That would've been a real bummer."

Jan's next question was a loaded one, even if he had no idea. She remembered the etchings on their tombstones, the way the edges curved around, how smooth the sides were. She remembered sitting next to Lila during their first welcome feast. How Mary had never been the older one, not until now. The way their pinkies would link and whispers about promises filled the air. How hollow she had become after their deaths; a hurricane of a girl with nothing left to lose. Mary tried to swallow the lump that formed in the middle of her throat, looking away quickly. "You could say that. Lila and I were girls together in a world we knew nothing about. I dated someone close to Jan, so we were close adjacent, but gryffindor's close like family. Always. Is that still the same here? Your house mate's being close like family? Or is that different too?" She tilts her head curiously.

His eyes caught the Christmas lights that traced the inside of the bar. The garland that draped over the bottles that lined the bar. A reminder of the holiday season and that, despite everything that was happening around people like Jan and Mary, the world still went on. Muggles and wizards alike still exchanged gifts, children anxiously ripping the wrapping off of the gift they wanted most while adoring parents watched. The world still spun.

And strangers still met in bars, just perhaps not under such unusual circumstances. "You don't seem easy to forget," he replied earnestly with a smile. Her company sure seemed to beat many of the usual ones he spent Christmas with.

He let out a short laugh. At least someone could find humor in this situation. "I think Christmas was overwhelming enough for all of us there was no need for a repeat," he said. No need for another excuse to pretend things were okay. No need to get another bloody nose.

His grandparents. They were figures he had really only known through photos, distant memories from a man who barely knew them. Essentially strangers. "Were you close with them?"

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vulnerable confession prompts

prompts for angsty conversations

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BRING IT ON ( 2000 ) dir. peyton reed

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The last New Years Eve that Mary remembered was a few months after lila and jan's passing, where she'd spent it not quite alone but not with other people. Choosing to drink the night away to forget the memories of the year instead of making new memories with the people that were left behind. Despite it haunting her memory, Mary chose to spend some time outside of the place she was staying at, to perhaps get a feel of the new world around her.

She felt out of place, sitting at the bar in the three broomsticks. The booth her, Lila and Marlene would frequent were taken up by two incredibly drunk men, her usual bartender was no longer there and it didn't feel like a celebratory night. Her fingers lightly traced the rim of her glass that held amber liquid; clenching her jaw against the barrel of thoughts that were tumbling through her mind. How did I get here? Where did I go? Until a kind of familiar voice pulled her from the depths of her mind, and Mary looked up with a somewhat polite smile on her face.

It was like she was staring at a ghost ; the face and name of her best friends husband - yet an entirely different jan all together. She took a moment to respond, before clearing her throat and slipping her hand in his and squeezing gently. "I'm surprised you remembered over all the long lost reunions," Mary replied cautiously, yet the smile remained on her lips - as if she was stuck between being polite and not knowing what else to do. The old Mary would have, but it seemed to be she was still dead. "I'm sure it's nice to meet you, Jan. I would've thought you were back at grimmauld, getting acquainted with your newly revived grandparents. What a bloody christmas present, hey?"

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When: December 31st

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New Years Eve was meant to be a joyous occasion. A time to drink and sing Auld Lang Syne at the top of your lungs despite your parents' wishes to keep your voice down while they were sleeping. With Daisy purposefully stating she had other plans that didn't involve him tonight and no family or Order celebration in sight (indeed, what exactly was there to celebrate at the end of an abysmal year?) Jan found himself lost.

A drink in his hand, not exactly sure what and not entirely caring, he retired to the bar before noticing a face not entirely unfamiliar to him.

"I know you," he said in leiu of a greeting. "Mary, right? I saw you at Christmas." You were dead, he almost let slip his lips before he remembered his manners. He plucked out his hand for a shake. "Jan, in case we were never formally introduced." It's my fault you're back.

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war is a slippery slope. what would you do? becomes what will you do? becomes my god, what have you done?

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she lets out a tinkle of a laughter at sirius' words, shaking her head in mild amusement. " well, it wouldn't be the first time, would it? curses tend to tickle in the end. " mary is glad to have him back, at least - well, she's glad to have everyone back, even if she doesn't know how to bloody talk to any of them, so she clinks glasses with him and pretends that everything is okay, and she's not drowning.

it's not fine, but mary decides not to push on it, merlin forbid mary allows sirius to have another dramatic moment in one night. " surely there's more to be grateful for. hey - maybe this time round, we won't die sudden tragic deaths we can't remember. there's always a bright side to things, apparently. " this, mary wasn't sure, unable to shake the very off feeling inside of her since the night they all came back.

" careful, macdonald. i wouldn't go advertising your intimate knowledge of you-know-who's proclivities. you might end up on the receiving end of a nasty curse. " and just like that, the tension breaks. sirius dutifully clinks his bottle against her champagne flute and takes another sip, waggling his eyebrows.

" it's fine. " fine is a bit of a stretch. his side is still tender with phantom pains, and he's still going to be quietly vexed about the fact of his so-called friends having lost faith in him for the foreseeable future, but he's content to stew in his feelings for now. " i get it. but merlin's balls — if that's all i have to be grateful for, the bar is subterranean. "

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sirius black was never a name on mary's list of people to fight, but watching his initial reaction to her question causes a half-smirk to dance at the edges of her lips, almost as if she welcomed it. " bloody merlin, have you always been this dramatic? or is this a new undiscovered personality trait we're just unearthing right now? i always thought he was into freaky shit like that , though. " she pauses for a few moments for dramatic effect, as if mary was waiting for the weight of her words to sink in. she takes another sip of champagne while silently sizing sirius up just in case things did get ugly.

but sirius was also the one person that understood her love for the polats, sirius was jan's brother just as lila had been her sister. " oh i don't know, that it was better to ask first before swinging? forgive me for not inciting violence the first time laying eyes on you, i'm sooo horrible. " mary huffs out with a pout, before muttering out a rather quiet " i'm sorry. that wasn't fair of me. " offering her half empty champagne bottle as a flag of truce.

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a beat passes between them in silence. it's unreasonable, maybe, but the question causes sirius' eyes to darken a shade; his mouth turning down into a barely perceptible grimace. " yeah, macdonald, i betrayed them. that's why i'm sitting here with a glass of champagne in my hand, making small talk with their grandkids as opposed to, i don't know, dancing naked with my bashit crazy cousin and tonguing the dark lord's arsehole. "

so much for festive cheer.

perhaps it's childish, but he's jan's best friend. his brother. he'd have sooner died than put the polats in harm's way. he sits back in his chair and downs the rest of his drink, ignoring the creeping suspicion that he's taken things too far in favour of reaching for a stray bottle of peroni. " what the fuck do you think? "

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bay tree

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

she has never wanted recognition for surviving or for successful crimes in war , nor has mary wanted the keepsake for being the last one left , until she wasn't . she had always craved a simple life ; a quiet healers life with her own practice and her pet cat . a life she never got the first time , but perhaps this was why she was back . to live the life mary never got the first time .

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zinnia

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

it has defined mary in a way she wouldn't wish on her worst enemy . she had become a shell of herself ; torn between who she had been - bright , compassionate , charming - and the hurricane of a girl she had turned into . it has taught her not to keep anyone close , despite the progress she had made in her life before death mary has found herself back at square one , trying to navigate the new world while dealing with her grief from the old world .

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aloe!

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

mary has a tendency to carry her grief around with her as if she was lugging around a suitcase , not wanting to face facts and deal with it . she will claw and scratch and beg the gods for a do-over rather than face a life without the absence of her loved ones . she learned to turn her grief into anger , and it since has been the driving force behind her reckless decisions .

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mary for once in her life, has no idea how to react after waking up three days earlier from being shoved through the veil without a care. and now she's supposed to celebrate christmas? right. that fact didn't sit well with her at all, frustration peeking at the edges of her voice whenever she voiced her concerns, so mary found herself a quiet corner in the bustling and overly festive room, with a champagne bottle in hand, keeping to herself. until a familiar voice spoke up, and mary looks up slowly, turning to lock eyes with the person who supposedly betrayed everyone she loved.

" well, did you do it? " she tries not to sound accusing or hurt, when she asks him the question that had been playing on her mind since she came back. sirius had never been one for a liar, mary knew that much for sure. " and i swear to merlin, black, if you lie to me i'll throw this brick they keep calling a cellphone at your head until i can get my hands on a wand. so, did. you. betray. them?" a sentence only broken by her taking a swig of the bottle, staring at sirius expectedly, waiting.

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sirius takes a long, slow sip of his champagne and looks around ( not for the first time ) in wonder. grimmauld place, once as suitably dour and dilapidated as its name-sake might suggest, is lit up in shades of red, green, and gold; warm lights strung between the doors and curled around the bannisters. the memory of his mother, and of a childhood spent kneeling to her tyrannical regime, has never felt quite so festive.

" i've never needed a reason to get pissed, but if i did, i reckon this would be an absolute belter. "

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never again will i be gentle, i will be bloodied knuckles and scuffed elbows, i will remain rough.

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𝐚𝐬𝐤  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 :    𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔  𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔

‘  i’ll  find  you  again ,  wherever  we  end  up  next .  ’

‘  the  enormity  of  my  desire  disgusts  me .  ’

‘  please ,  one  more  kiss  in  the  kitchen  before  we  turn  the  lights  off .  ’

‘  i’ve  been  lost  but  i’m  here  now .  you’re  the  only  person  who  has  ever  been  able  to  find  me .  ’

‘  almost  dead  yesterday ,  maybe  dead  tomorrow ,  but  alive ,  gloriously  alive ,  today .  ’

‘  you  are  not  broken .  ’

‘  you  can  love  and  be  loved ,  despite  what  may  feel  like  the  eternally  brutal  nature  of  the  world .  ’

‘  i  did  violence  to  my  own  heart .  ’

‘  will  i  be  forgiven  for  the  sins  i  did  not  commit ,  but  created ?  ’

‘  i  would  never  kiss  anyone  who  doesn’t  burn  me  like  the  sun .  ’

‘  i  would  rather  break  the  world  than  lose  you .  ’

‘  i  think  you  and  i  have  known  each  other  in  a  few  lifetimes .  ’

‘  i  didn’t  know .  i  had  no  idea  how  greedy  my  heart  really  was .  ’

‘  is  that  why  the  idea  of  losing  you  torments  me  so  much ?  ’

‘  how  long  have  i  been  without  you ?  ’

‘  am  i  foolish  for  wanting  this ?  it  will  end  in  flames .  it  always  does .  ’

‘  sorry  about  the  blood  in  your  mouth .  i  wish  it  was  mine .  ’

‘  if  i  love  you ,  is  that  a  fact  or  a  weapon ?  ’

‘  tell  me  how  all  this ,  and  love  too ,  will  ruin  us .  ’

‘  and  you  realize  the  one  person  in  the  world  who  loves  you  isn’t  the  one  you  thought  it  would  be .  ’

‘  it  cannot  be  a  mistake  to  have  cared .  it  cannot  be  an  error  to  have  tried .  it  cannot  be  incorrect  to  have  loved .  ’

‘  finally ,  i  plead  guilty  of  adoring  you .  ’

‘  a  child  weaned  on  poison  considers  harm  a  comfort .  ’

‘  without  realizing ,  i  find  it  in  myself  that  i  cannot  stop  thinking  about  you .  ’

‘  tomorrow ,  when  i  wake  up ,  i  promise ,  i  will  be  better .  ’

‘  someone  has  to  leave  first .  this  is  a  very  old  story .  there  is  no  other  version  of  this  story .  ’

‘  when  i  imagine  myself ,  i  am  always  leaving .  i  couldn’t  draw  my  own  face  if  god  asked .  ’

‘  do  we  simply  stare  at  what’s  horrible  and  forgive  it ?  ’

‘  i  wanted  to  let  go  of  the  pain  even  though  it  was  the  last  thing  that  felt  alive  from  you .  ’

‘  have  i  endured  loneliness  with  grace ?  ’

‘  i’ll  be  your  slaughterhouse ,  your  killing  floor ,  your  morgue  and  final  resting ,  walking  around  with  this  bullet  inside  me  ‘cause  i  couldn’t  make  you  love  me  and  i  am  tired  of  pulling  your  teeth .  ’

‘  and  then  my  soul  saw  you  and  kind  of  went ,  ‘ oh ,  there  you  are .  i’ve  been  looking  for  you . ’  ’

‘  sometimes  it  feels  like  someone  else  is  wearing  my  body .  ’

‘  i  spent  my  life  arguing  how  i  mattered  until  it  didn’t  matter .  ’ 

‘  who  knew  my  haven  would  be  my  coffin ?  ’

‘  dead  is  the  safest  i’ve  ever  been .  ’

‘  i’ve  never  been  so  alive .  ’ 

‘  you  know  what  i  was  gonna  tell  you  before ,  but  didn’t  have  the  nerve ?  you  got  your  name  written  all  over  me .  i  got  my  name  written  on  you ,  too .  ’ 

‘  you  already  are  something .  you  always  were .  and  you  still  have  time  to  be .  ’

‘  you  know  me  by  heart .  it  infuriates  me  that  you  know  me  by  heart .  ’ 

‘  why  am  i  waiting  for  you ?  hungering  and  thirsting  for  you  in  every  cranny  of  my  soul  and  even  in  my  ribs ?  ’ 

‘  you  came  with  a  handful  of  pain  and  a  smile  which  broke  the  ground  under  my  feet  as  the  earthquake  does  when  two  people  meet .  ’

‘  the  only  good  thing  is  that  i’m  getting  used  to  suffering .  ’

‘  the  return  to  time  was  not  my  choice .  ’

‘  we  are  built  to  live  inside  each  other .  this  means  we  are  built  to  ruin .  ’

‘  time  does  not  bring  relief ;  you  all  have  lied .  ’

‘  time  does  not  know  how  to  keep  our  hopes  safe .  ’

‘  you  needed  me  so  much  that  you  had  to  end  me .  ’

‘  there  are  days  where  i  am  morbidly  in  love  with  you ,  and  this  is  one  of  those  days .  ’

‘  i  know  no  end  to  desiring  you .  ’

‘  i  fear  that  i  am  both  too  much  yet  not  enough .  ’

‘  yes ,  yes ,  yes ,  i  do  like  you .  i  am  afraid  to  say  the  stronger  word .  ’ 

‘  a  heart’s  a  heavy  burden .  ’

‘  life ,  as  i  see  it ,  is  all  about  farewells  rather  than  reunions .  ’

‘  heaven  is  real  and  you  only  had  two  minutes  to  prove  it  to  me .  ’

‘  it  was  already  love .  ’

‘  everyone  desires  love  but  also  finds  it  impossible  to  believe  that  they  deserve  it .  ’

‘  i’ll  love  you  until  i  forget  how  to .  ’

‘  i’ll  love  you  until  i  forget  how  to  and  then  i’ll  fall  like  my  knees  aren’t  already  bruised  from  doing  it  and  i’ll  remember  why  you’re  worth  the  ache .  ’

‘  of  course  i’ll  hurt  you .  of  course  you’ll  hurt  me .  of  course  we’ll  hurt  each  other .  but  this  is  the  very  condition  of  existence .  ’

‘  nothing  makes  me  sadder  and  nothing  makes  me  happier  than  you .  ’

‘  i  love  you  and  i  do  not  want  to  love  you ,  it  is  too  much  and  too  difficult .  ’

‘  grief  is  just  love  with  no  place  to  go .  ’

‘  i  felt  my  life  with  both  my  hands  to  see  if  it  was  there .  ’

‘  you  do  this ,  you  do .  you  take  the  things  you  love  and  you  tear  them  apart .  ’

‘  i  hope  it’s  love .  i’m  trying  really  hard  to  make  it  love .  ’

‘  if  you  touch  me  again  i  might  burn  up  in  the  cold  air .  ’

‘  i  asked  you  not  to  leave  several  times .  ’

‘  i’ve  only  adored  you  lifetimes  ago  and  here  we  are .  it’s  nice  to  see  you  again .  ’

‘  all  time  ever  does  is  pass  and  all  i  ever  do  is  remember .  ’

‘  i  feel  as  though  we  were  never  strangers ,  you  and  i ,  not  even  for  a  moment .  ’

‘  i’d  choose  you ;  in  a  hundred  different  lifetimes ,  in  a  hundred  worlds ,  in  any  version  of  reality ,  i’d  find  you  and  i’d  choose  you .  ’

‘  nothing  about  this  is  soft  but  we  pretend .  ’

‘  maybe  you  and  i  are  just  a  dream .  ’

‘  i  know  you  loved  me  too ,  you  knew  me ,  and  it  gladdens  my  heart .  ’

‘  i  promise  i  shall  never  give  up  and  that  i’ll  die  yelling  and  laughing .  ’

‘  i  don’t  do  anything  with  my  life  except  romanticize  and  decay  with  indecision .  ’

‘  the  world  was  made  so  that  we  could  find  each  other  in  it .  ’

‘  you  don’t  meet  the  people  you  love ,  you  recognize  them .  ’

‘  i  think  you  and  i  have  known  each  other  a  few  lifetimes .  ’

‘  this  body  knows  fear  like  a  front  porch  knows  welcome  –  it  is  always  coming  home .  ’

‘  i  miss  you  more  than  i  remember  you .  ’

‘  if  i  could  have  done  it  all  again ,  i  would  have  loved  you  better .  but  i  could  not  have  loved  you  more .  ’

‘  we  could  have  been  happy .  i  know  that ,  and  it  is  perhaps  the  hardest  thing  to  know .  ’

‘  you  want  a  better  story .  who  wouldn’t ?  ’

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headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

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