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hey, what's up lmao i didn't die - i found myself in a new fandom that has me in a chokehold atm. via's alive, i'm alive. we're good fam

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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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❝ That's not- ❞ Octavia couldn't tell if the imp was being serious or attempting to be funny. ❝ I didn't mean take him on a date I'm just suggesting that you take the time to get to know him. Take him on a job with you sometime or something, I don't know. Think of him as part of the family. ❞

@blitzbuckz continued from x

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Should she tell Blitz to call him by his actual name rather than the ridiculous nicknames? Yes, but why spoil the fun?

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༘⋆｡ stirring the pot starters

a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!

you  weren't  supposed  to  hear  that.

don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying.

want  to  tell  them,  or  should  i?

you  think  i  don't  know  what  you  did?

i've  hit  people  for  less.

oh,  i  thought  you  already  knew.

that's  funny,  you  didn't  say  that  last  night.

say  that  again.  i  dare  you.

you  wanna  talk  about  loyalty?

no  offense,  but  if  you're  the  last  to  know,  that's  on  you.

go  ahead  -  pretend  like  it  wasn't  your  idea!

they  deserve  to  know  the  truth.

you  didn't  hear  this  from  me,  but  -

oh,  so  now  you  care?

don't  flatter  yourself.  you  were  just  convenient.

you  crossed  a  line.

we  had  bets  on  how  long  it  would  last.

it's  not  even  a  secret  anymore.

you  don't  get  to  cry  about  it  now.

touch  me  again  and  see  what  happens.

say  it  again.  louder  this  time.

you  really  thought  nobody  would  find  out?

don't  act  so  innocent.

okay,  but  am  i  the  villain  for  laughing?

tell  me  who  else  knows.  right  now.

this  whole  time,  and  you  didn't  say  a  word?

don't  act  brave  now.

you're  really  gonna  do  this  here?

it  wasn't  supposed  to  get  this  far!

you  can't  rewrite  history.

oh,  i'd  never  say  it  to  their  faces.

it  was  supposed  to  stay  between  us.

we're  all  thinking  it,  i  just  said  it.

you're  not  as  untouchable  as  you  act.

do  you  even  feel  guilty?

they  warned  me  about  you.

go  ahead,  make  it  worse.

if  you  repeat  this,  i'll  deny  everything.

the  next  thing  out  of  your  mouth  better  be  an  apology.

you're  about  three  seconds  away  from  regretting  this.

you  keep  pushing,  and  i'll  push  you  back.

they're  going  to  find  out.

one  more  lie,  and  i  walk.

they're  lying  to  you.

you  need  to  back  off.  now.

you're  defending  them?  after  everything?

don't  try  to  hide  it.

tell  me,  was  i  just  a  placeholder?

you  really  think  sorry  fixes  this?

there's  nothing  left  to  say.

don't  act  like  you're  the  one  hurting.

i  don't  owe  you  any  explanation.

whatever  helps  you  sleep  at  night.

you  should've  seen  this  coming.

i  hope  it  was  worth  it.

i  told  the  truth.  just  not  all  of  it.

you'll  miss  me  before  i  miss  you.

smile.  you're  ruining  the  mood.

i'd  watch  that  tone  if  i  were  you.

it's  not  my  fault  you  believed  me.

you  have  such  a  talent  for  pretending  you're  innocent.

we  both  know  this  is  over.

i  never  said  i  was  a  good  person.

i  thought  you  were  different.

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" Hey Via. I know its not allowed. But wanna go see black metal band in thw living world tonight? I can nab us VIP tickets. " Kaida to via

❝ You had me at black metal. ❞ Rules be damned, it'd be rude to turn down an invitation. ❝ You have a human disguise, right? If not, I can make one for you. ❞

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"Keeping you in check (Uh), keeping you obsessed (Uh) Play me on repeat, endlessly in your head Anytime it hurts (Uh), play another verse (Uh) I can be your sanctuary." Cue Yukitaka singing at the top of his lungs.

Between the two of them, neither held a single brain cell. This was their lives right now & was it annoying to the boomers? Absolutely. That's the chaos they thrived in.

❝ Know I'm the only one right now (Now) I will love you more when it all burns down More than power, more than gold (Yeah) Yeah, you gave me your heart, now I'm here for your soul. ❞

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Which season are you but it's kind of deep.

Winter.

you’re calm and introspective, with a quiet strength that makes people feel at peace around you. There’s a mysterious beauty about you, like a frost-covered morning—elegant but slightly untouchable. You seem reserved at first, but beneath the surface, there’s so much warmth and depth, waiting to be discovered by those who take the time to really know you. You’re like a still, snowy night—tranquil, powerful, and unforgettable.

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SEND MY MUSE CURIOUS ANONS!!

Send them:

Questions about their relationships

Invasive, uncomfortable personal questions

Ask them about their childhood

Throw random, weird thoughts at them

Confess to them anything you want

Give thought provoking headcanon asks

Character development questions

Questions about any interactions you’ve seen on the blog

Questions about any ships you’ve seen on the blog

Questions about my muses feelings about other muses from the fandom

Anything else you may be interested in knowing about my muse. 

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The heels of her shoes click rhythmically against the marble floor of the west atrium [ a space rarely used unless there are cameras, ceremonies, or political performances involved ] — Today, however, it is just the two of them; Stella has summoned Octavia here beneath the guise of reviewing outfits for the approaching Equinox Gala, though any attendant can tell that the racks of shimmering garments mean little to the woman inspecting them. Her fingers barely graze the fabrics, attention rests on her daughter. “You’ve grown taller again,” she remarks absently, with the one one would use for critiquing artwork, “You’ll need something columned. The empire waists make you look mournful.” She lifts a deep indigo number from the rail, studies it, then casts it aside like wilted foliage ( trash, trash, trash… ) “Not this. Something with bone structure. Your presence needs to announce to Hell that you belong in the room, not in the background.” She doesn’t look directly at Via as she speaks, instead eyeing the room’s mirrors [ at their fractured reflections of mother & daughter; two birds caught mid-molt, each unsure what feathers to grow next, ] then, almost suddenly, she softens just ever so ( a rare sight! ) & gestures to a sapphire gown with a neckline sharp enough to wound, “Try this one; it suits you… Indulge me, & I’ll pretend not to notice if you don’t smile when they take your photo. Just this once…” / inbox call! <3

Impatience was unbecoming of her. Of forced proximity, a guise of bonding far too late. Octavia detested the pretending, the facade of parental guidance & ingenuine care. Stand tall, command attention, belong - all the lessons & lectures that should have been her, cast aside & forgotten, opting to slouch against the wall that supported her back, the ever-faithful phone held in manicured talons - an easy escape, anything to avoid her mother's gaze. Never look a predator in the eyes. ❝ Yes. Quite surprising that I am still growing, isn't it? ❞ An observation of inconvenience, as if Octavia could control the rate of which her bones grew. Always the difficult one, she was. Learned from the very best, cut from the same cloth. ❝ Maybe some of us prefer to be in the background. Not all of us like being noticed. ❞

Defiance & irritation would melt away - the softness that melted away sharpened features. A sight so rare, Octavia barely recalled the last instance. Obediently, the owlet takes the gown - the fabric soft in her hands so foreign & different. Octavia could never remain indifferent when the knowledge of her mother's careful decision rested in her hands, an attempt to hide the molt of delicate feathers leaving ugly bald spots where new ones would begin to grow. ❝ How kind of you. I'll try to not look miserable, for your sake.❞

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@devilishdanse // for Silas.♡

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❝ Heh, anus. ❞

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"My dear. I can show you the stars..for a deal~"

Unprompted | Always accepting!

Rhythmic tapping, nails scrolling endlessly upon her phone that captured the whole of her attention. A deal, he says. Eyes pry away if only for a moment, seconds the demon did not deserve. Taking his appearance in, a quick sneer of disgust but all that came from Octavia was a wave of dismissal.

❝ The stars belong to me. You can show me nothing of value. ❞

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One Alastor? A coincidence.

TWO Alastors? Sus.

She doesn't have a soul for you to make a deal with, shoo.

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if via was top side when the saja boys were performing - she'd probably give her non-existent soul to them because she's just a goth girl who unironically vibes with pop stars.

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how many times have i replayed your idol because of demon boys??

yes.

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Stella: I have no idea where you suddenly got this attitude from

Octavia, thirteen & over the constant arguments: Oh, how I wonder.