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✎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 ?

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I'm   as free a little bird as i can be        ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯        a   collection   of   lyrics   taken   from   the   willi   carlisle   album   ❛   to   tell   you   the   truth   ❜   slightly   edited   to   better   fit   rp   needs.   feel   free   to   edit   as   you see   fit,   change   pronouns   if   desired,   but   do   not   add   to   this   post.

❛ i'm as free a little bird as i can be ❜

❛ i will steal a kiss from my sweet darling's lips ❜

❛ and to tell you the truth, i miss all the laughs we had while loving one another like sociopaths ❜

❛ i need the master's leash more than it needs me ❜

❛ i think that i love you ❜

❛ i know that we're dying ❜

❛ what makes one feel holy, makes another feel broke ❜

❛ that lovers will lie is one thing you can trust ❜

❛ i never thought it'd turn out this way ❜

❛ i'd like to see the world in living color ❜

❛ well, love your light don't show ❜

❛ death is the gate to endless joy ❜

❛ i'm sorry, friend, i don't lend tools ❜

❛ i've never seen a heaven that didn't have a snake ❜

❛ don't let them tell you what your broken heart is worth ❜

❛ but the love you lost is right where you left it ❜

❛ she's a pastor's daughter, nobody loves her ❜

❛ it was easier to lie to myself when she was there ❜

❛ here's my body, here's my blood too ❜

❛ but I kissed her brother at her nineteenth birthday party. i never felt so alive or so free ❜

❛ well sometimes i wonder why women love men ❜

❛ if the truth's a moving target, i don't want to shoot to kill ❜

❛ they say that love will save you, and I'm glad that we're alive ❜

❛ god bless the percoset, and every time we kissed ❜

❛ i'm lost in the woods with a loaded forty-five ❜

❛ it takes a certain kind of fool to make a difference in the world ❜

❛ here's to every poet, every drunkard, every whore ❜

❛ they´ll hate themselves for jesus, but they won't love what i am ❜

❛ she can sniff out my bullshit from ten miles away ❜

❛ if you think it's all roses, buddy boy, you don't know ❜

❛ my race is almost run ❜

❛ i took my heart to be my wife ❜

❛ my heart changes as i change ❜

❛ it is bound , and i am free ❜

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THE LOVE WITCH

2016, dir. Anna Biller

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// I would genuinely love to see Q happy. All I could wish is for them to have peace, however I realise this probably isn't an option. Q will always have that part of Qaqu which longed for more. Whether that be through family, lovers, power or ambition.

They will never full be satisfied, and this can only be confirmed by how this was projected in the doppelganger's hunger. The wyrm. A homunculus. Their literal and beloved monster who embodies the worst of them, all their fears, all the things they saw as undesirable (and yes Qaqu could resent their love and need for their family) and insecurities. Never sated or fulfilled. That's why Qaqu loved them. That's why they abused them. Because it was them. But the doppelganger was not Q's dark reflection. That's why it terrified them.

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✎ . . . 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑬 𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹.

₊˚⊹ a collection of loose poem verses, quotes or lyrics from various books and chansons. most were written originally in portuguese or french, and were translated to english by me. some are extracted from personal poems, as well! they all have some type of religious reference/motif. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst and suggestive! feel free to edit as you see fit.

❝ i never felt more alive than when you called me your angel. ❞ ❝ saints above help me… don’t look at me like that. ❞ ❝ admit it, you’d have taken a bite out of eden, too. ❞ ❝ what are you waiting for? pray. ❞ ❝ confess. repent. repeat. ❞ ❝ for you? i will be any believer you want me to be. ❞ ❝ run away with me, where no gods can find us. ❞ ❝ i begged for a miracle. instead, i got you. ❞ ❝ you smell like the devil. ❞ ❝ where is your faith now? ❞ ❝ call me a sinner. ❞ ❝ the way you call my name sounds like heresy. ❞ ❝ in your gaze, i find my prayers answered. ❞ ❝ your lips are scriptures i long to memorise. ❞ ❝ even silence feels sanctified like this. ❞ ❝ when you embraced me, i felt like i was cradled by divinity. ❞ ❝ i do not wish for the stars to hear us now. ❞ ❝ meet me at our shared altar, where our ghosts can dance. ❞ ❝ kiss my hand. make me feel holy. ❞ ❝ your love feels like a fallen angel’s curse. ❞ ❝ please, can’t you be my sanctuary tonight? ❞ ❝ should i kneel and beg you to look at me again? as if you’re a saint? ❞ ❝ worship does not come cheap. ❞ ❝ must i pay for my sins? cry for forgiveness? ❞ ❝ hate me, blame me, crucify me; just please don’t walk away. ❞ ❝ i do not know how else to love you if not like a sinner. ❞ ❝ you were my redemption; now you are my ruin. ❞ ❝ the weight of your absence is my penance to bear. ❞ ❝ i built cathedrals of dreams, and you razed them to dust. ❞ ❝ you’re a hymn that haunts my mind at midnight. ❞ ❝ you left me bleeding for you, devoted—abandoned. ❞ ❝ i prayed to forget you, but even the heavens refused. ❞ ❝ do not tempt me with your promises. ❞ ❝ hellfire has nothing to your touch. ❞

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"Oh. Come now, Nandor." Beyond a raised exasperated tone the witch gave the vampire slightest wisp of amusement. "Surely you're not doing this."

{ OPEN.

"Is being single worse than being dead?"

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VILLAINY — MANIPULATING

"Ungrateful…" "Calm yourself." "I did it for you." "I never said that." "You forced my hand." "Tell no one of this." "You always do this…" "Have you calmed down?" "Are you this sensitive?" "You know I care for you." "Are you certain of that?" "So you're leaving me…?" "You were told what to do." "You care about me, right?" "This is for your own good." "Are you trying to hurt me?" "You always side with them!" "Indulge me just this once." "So be it. Do what you want." "It was a joke. Lighten up." "I'm not perfect, no one is." "And you trust what they say?" "Look at what you made me do." "You'd be nowhere without me." "You should be more grateful." "I only want the best for you." "No one sees you as I see you." "They all conspire against you." "I'm sorry you feel that way…" "I warned you this would happen." "No one else had any objections." "Who would you trust, them or me?" "It is all in the past. Let it go." "Your trust in me will be rewarded." "Ah. I see. You're scared to do it." "If you'd just let me, I'd help you." "I don't know why I trust you at all." "This is what they would have wanted." "I urge you to reconsider your words." "You should know what you did. Think." "So you don't care about me, is that it?" "Please, I don't want to argue with you." "Forgive me, please, it won't happen again." "Other people have it much harder than you." "You let your emotions get the best of you." "It's not you I don't trust, but the others." "Are you incapable of following instructions?" "I may be the only person that cares for you." "Don't crawl back to me when things go south." "You should think your choices over carefully…" "I wouldn't do it like that… no, no, keep going." "Every time… it's always the same thing with you." "Your orders were simple, and yet… you disappoint." "It was nothing more than a lapse in my judgement." "I know you think that this is what you want, but it really isn't." "No, it is my fault, I should not have expected different from you."

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1978 // The Doppelganger & Q // art by the wonderful grozat !

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Eventually everything connects.

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PROMPTS THAT START WITH "I NEED..." *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

i need to go away for a while.

i need you to start trusting me.

i need things to go smoothly this time.

i need everyone to calm down.

i need you to stay with me.

i need to be something more than this.

i need you to listen to me.

i need you to stop talking and let me do this.

i need to tell you something serious, and it might scare you when i say it.

i need more out of this relationship than you're giving me right now.

i need a stiff drink.

i need to take a nap.

i need things to go my way for once.

i need better than you. i just didn't see that until right now.

i need answers.

i need a quick explanation.

i need at least five more minutes to finish getting ready.

i need your body against mine.

i need your tongue in my mouth.

i need you to fuck me.

i need my head to stop spinning.

i need to sit down for a second to catch my breath.

i need everyone to clear out of this room.

i need a change of clothes.

i need you to look at me when you're talking to me.

i need to leave this place and never come back.

i need to tell you something urgently.

i need you to shut up.

i need romance. i need passion.

i need you to give me more emotion.

i need your gun.

i need you to cover me.

i need this to go perfectly.

i need a win.

i need you in my life.

i need there to be more communication between us.

i need to know how you feel about me.

i need you to stop bullshitting.

i need to know if we're more than friends.

i need you. only you.

i need to get to a hospital.

i need you to put pressure on that wound.

i need you to keep talking to me.

i need more than you're willing to give me, and i think that's always going to be a problem with us.

i need someone better.

i need you to tell me what happened from start to finish.

i need to go to the bathroom.

i need a trash can.

i need someone to hold my hand.

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send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.

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Paul Jouve (French, 1878-1973), Panthère noire descendant d’un rocher, c.1932. Oil on paper mounted on cardboard,

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The Lindwyrm. It elated them. Yes, call them that. They liked it. They liked the infamy. Their gaze slid over the necromancer half veiled through ringlets of ebony. One ancient serpent to another. A pretty one at that. An elbow rested on the table with hand under chin. Elegant, and dusted white although not pristine or unblemished as they could have been in their skin. A long gnarled scar travels up their throat and over their jaw. The wiry presence of one of their courtiers silently onlooking from the doorway.

"I tend to find most mortals predicable and forgettable, and to tell you the truth, Ouroborus, you'll find most indiscretions can be "forgotten" for the right payment. Demons -- siblings -- a blacksmith's father -- not so much. That being said--"

“The existence of my soul is for poor holy men to ponder. ‘Tis not thine to decipher.” Their voice rose with a quiet but no less punctual force to the serpent’s words. They could only be so civil while being read. In that same vein they were the guest in this deliciously vile arcane emporium of sorts (and their sister dared to say that they would be the last to retain the knowledge of the arcane ages). Even so, there was no lie in Nikodemus' words, and the man could indulge them.

“Do you ask an alliance of me? Or business?”

Neither were, explicitly, offered, however, in that moment it had been what Qaqu heard within those words. Were they not here for business in any case. They raised their cup to their lips, a careful eye perhaps they too find themself drinking in a little more than just the coffee.

“You are bold, Ouroborus. I could be inclined to admire that.” They reclined. “What do you offer?”

the laws of men mean little to me . (from Q) // @sortilegum

"That they do."

Above the lip of his teacup Nikodemus eyes them shamelessly, great marvellous thing that they are, and drinks up both. It isn't the only thing the Lindwyrm transcends, he's heard. Law is a human invention, a bid for control so easily circumvented without observation. Nik's curious about other, more inescapable, unephemeral things - power, strength, age, time. The cards dealt et al.

"The jurisdiction of mortals tends to becomes moot point once you've escaped that of mortality itself." he says, knowing, a creature just as ancient, ambitious and audacious beyond his mettle. Transcendence is rare and slow and it's so awfully sad they should meet, respective ascensions gone piteously unwitnessed, in such civil circumstances.. As civil as his shop could be, miasmic with curses and malefactions. 17th century Italy carries on beyond its door, none the wiser. "But it's not the only jurisdiction you've encountered, I wager.."

There's a theatric quality to his coffee-stirring, a fortune teller's flourish.

"Your soul speaks to me, O Great Wyrm.. It tells me that just like I, you mislike consequences very much."

"We can help each other in that.."

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Q (Edda) & Qaqu side comparison

A small reminder Edda was eleven generations removed from Qaqu.

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mom.

With head resting in hand Q's gaze lifts groggily to the silver haired immortal. Mum. (now there was a word they hadn't heard word many years) What a bold statement. It could almost be amusing to the witch, for some sick and bitter gesture that only Hidan could be capable of producing.

"What's the matter, Hidan?" Their head slips from under their cheek as they recline back.

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Q by the wonderful @killer-laurent

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Definitely Halloween season 💀✨