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on anon or in character, accuse my muse of something!

it could be something heavy! something small and insignificant! something true, something false, something you or your muse suspect, something meta! go wild!!

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . ( a collection of headcanon prompts based on each zodiac sign . adjust questions as desired . )

⊹ — ARIES . ≻ how does your muse handle competition ? ≻ what is your muse's biggest regret ? ≻ how does your muse handle losing control ? ≻ how does your muse express their passion ?

⊹ — TAURUS . ≻ what is your muse's most prized possession ? ≻ how does your character show their reliability ? ≻ what is your muse's favorite way to relax ? ≻ what simple things does your muse find joy in ?

⊹ — 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 ?

⊹ — CANCER . ≻ how does your muse react to emotional manipulation ? ≻ what is your muse's most treasured family tradition ? ≻ what is a cherished memory your muse holds close ? ≻ how does your muse express love & care ?

⊹ — LEO . ≻ does your muse lead others effectively ? ≻ what is your muse's most arrogant behavior ? ≻ is your character confident ? charismatic ? ≻ how does your muse handle being ignored ?

⊹ — VIRGO . ≻ what is your muse's most dedicated project ? ≻ how does your muse assist others in times of need ? ≻ what are your muse's standards for themselves ? ≻ what does your muse find beauty in ?

⊹ — LIBRA . ≻ how does your muse bring balance to their surroundings ? ≻ is your muse a people pleaser ? ≻ how does your muse navigate justice & mercy ? ≻ how does your muse handle having to confront someone ?

⊹ — SCORPIO . ≻ what is your muse's most transformative experience ? ≻ is your muse the jealous type ? are they possessive ? ≻ does your muse engage in introspection often ? ≻ how does your muse deal with obsession ?

⊹ — SAGITTARIUS . ≻ is your muse a workaholic ? what's their view of workaholics ? ≻ what is your muse's most reckless decision ? ≻ how does your muse handle commitment ? ≻ does your muse experience wanderlust ? where would they go ?

⊹ — CAPRICORN . ≻ how does your muse demonstrate their ambition ? ≻ is your muse an optimist , realist, or pessimist ? ≻ does your muse value their legacy ? what have they done to ensure it ? ≻ what is your muse's average daily routine ?

⊹ — AQUARIUS . ≻ what is a cause or a movement your muse is deeply involved in ? ≻ how does your muse handle unpredictability ? ≻ does your muse challenge the status quo ? how ? ≻ what subject or field is your muse passionate about learning ?

⊹ — PISCES . ≻ is your muse sensitive, or do they have a thick skin ? ≻ does your muse have any escapist behaviors ? ≻ what does your muse dream about ? are they lucid , do they sleepwalk ? ≻ how does your muse handle harsh criticism ?

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“Sö whö töld yöu elsewise. Nö pressure ör anything I’d just like tö knöw. They were lying, by the way. Whöever töld yöu. They were lying tö yöu. Sörry aböut that.”

oh crap woops.

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ghhk- guh kkh huh??? bwuh? huh??? huh?????

[the-valianter-valkyriest]

Send, "My liege." for a royalty/kingdom au for our characters!

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does your muse dream? can they lucid dream? how often do they get nightmares? did they ever have a recurring dream?

Wigfrid used to be able to lucid dream a lot more often before.... Nowadays, she doesn't dream very often much at all. She usually gets so exhausted that she conks out and wakes up, remembering nothing in between. Normally when she does dream, it's either after she's been sick, or on account of a nightmare (usually induced by a notable dip in sanity).

Wigfrid doesn't have exactly reoccurring dreams. It's more like... reoccurring settings. It's the same place, but the events can sometimes be distinct. Normally, a stage is involved somehow. Normally she isn't partial to it.

[the-valianter-valkyriest]

She couldn't help but hiss with how suddenly the Queen reappeared… Though, she managed to stop herself from flinching (a small miracle in itself, when the adrenaline from the hunt hadn't even left her system, let alone the tension Charlie usually provided).

Wigfrid made it a point not to grace her with anything more than a glance in her peripheries as she quickly returned to carving the meat from her kill…

Considering she would probably ave to wait out the night anyways, throwing a few slabs of meat against the heat of the firepit hadn't seemed a bad idea at the time. Even her tightly coiled muscles hadn't fully pulled her attention away from the scent of it sizzling.

Unseasoned, char spattered, toughened, and as greasy as a dog was wet. Regardless, it made her mouth water… Pardoning Warly, the taste of any of the survivors had never been particularly refined after years of eating like an animal. Wigfrid hadn't been an exception to that rule…. If anything, she'd been a shining example of the rule.

…

Mm.

Regardless of whether or not she'd been looking at Charlie, she hated the feeling of her eyes against her back… It would almost be better if she was looking at her… At least then, it'd feel less like she'd been vulnerable prey for some sort of monster. Regardless of how apt a comparison it was.

Regardless of how true it was, Wigfrid didn't seem willing to entertain the retort… She scoffed under her breath, antsily shifting her weight from one foot to the other… The buzz of adrenaline hadn't quite left her system, yet… And granted, that fact probably wouldn't change regardless of if Charlie was or wasn't there

But it was hard to say her presence was helping any.

"Wöuld thöu kindly-" (a small twitch of the eye) "-remöve thyself fröm my kill? It makes a pöör imitatiön för a thröne, I'd say."

Speaking of thrones, wasn't Charlie supposed to be… you know, on it? Being the 'Queen' and all. Obviously she prowled around at night, searching for wayward survivors to kill without remorse, but this was a far cry from any of that…

You would think someone who claimed themself ruler of a universe would be a little busier.

[the-valianter-valkyriest]

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[the-valianter-valkyriest]

🥂,,,,,

"An' anöther thing...! An' anöther thing..."

This had probably been exactly why alcohol was so slim frequently unearthed around here... This had been exactly why Wigfrid had not been allowed to drink.

She gestured vaguely in the direction Maxwell had been, trying to beckon him forward with a few vague sweeps of her hand... Of course, that wasn't going to work. There were probably few places in the Constant Maxwell would have rather not have been than by the side of that loud little woman who could barely hold her drink.

Not that she cared. As was evident by the person she was, she was just going to keep on talking anyways.

"... Were thee tö tell me all thöse ceaseless, bitter mööns agö that this... fearsöme mage... this Maxwell... wöuld gröw tö be a trusted ally... Wöuld put such talent an'... craftsmanship and the like töwards the betterment öf the whöle... Perhaps I wöuld have laughed. Ör killed thee, ör... whichever happened first. Perhaps böth-"

Her hand swayed a little. The contents of her chalice sloshed about a bit. She paid heed to neither of those things. If she even noticed at all.

"But truly... tö be here för such glöriöus redemptiön... Tö... euhk... Tö fight alöngside öne I önce föught against, withöut fear... withöut döubt in my mind öf threat, ör ill intent... ör fear.... Ah... uh-"

She was losing her train of thought a little bit... Had she said fear twice? Ah, it didn't matter.

"A töast, yes? Tö a man möst redeemed... Tö new beginnings and brighter dawns... Tö a gööd cömpaniön."

A subconscious downing of the glass... Perhaps she should have started reeling herself in, by now. Ah well...

[the-valianter-valkyriest]

Send anonymous voices to my muse

These may be intrusive thoughts or literal voices that my muse hears in their head! So long as the mun is comfortable with it, anything goes!

[the-valianter-valkyriest]

Regardless of how true it was, Wigfrid didn't seem willing to entertain the retort… She scoffed under her breath, antsily shifting her weight from one foot to the other… The buzz of adrenaline hadn't quite left her system, yet… And granted, that fact probably wouldn't change regardless of if Charlie was or wasn't there

But it was hard to say her presence was helping any.

"Wöuld thöu kindly-" (a small twitch of the eye) "-remöve thyself fröm my kill? It makes a pöör imitatiön för a thröne, I'd say."

Speaking of thrones, wasn't Charlie supposed to be… you know, on it? Being the 'Queen' and all. Obviously she prowled around at night, searching for wayward survivors to kill without remorse, but this was a far cry from any of that…

You would think someone who claimed themself ruler of a universe would be a little busier.

"I wöuld figure yöu wöuld knöw better than tö think sö little öf thy 'pawns', ör subjects, ör höwever thöu decides tö crudely put it."

Wigfrid hadn't moved at first, the pads of her finger dancing carefully across the hilt of her spear (not as if, worst came to worst, it would due her much good… Perhaps it just felt nice to pretend).

But her eyes trailed Charlie like a vulture. Every languid movement observed with the intensity of someone who… Well, no, of all the survivors, Wigfrid could hardly be described as 'knowing her place'.

But, it was clear she knew she was in the presence of a threat. And that, at least, accounted for something.

"För öne whö löves tö claim divine ömniscience, tö assume I wöuld fall tö a piddly höund attack speaks rather pöörly tö thy credence… I've hunted ön my öwn- thröughöut the night ör ötherwise- löng beföre yöu dared tö shed thy clöak öf shadöws and shöw yöurself."

… A beat.

"I knöw yöu knöw that."

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RATE YOUR MUSE'S TRAITS 0-10 ! repost and rate your muse’s traits, then tag your followers

compassion: 7/10 - highly depends on who you are

bitterness: 8/10

happiness: 6/10 - tell me with a straight face that anyone in the constant is a healthy amount of content

politeness: 4/10

chivalry: 7/10

pride: 10/10

Honesty: 0/10 for the facade, 8/10 for everything else

bravery: 0/10 for the facade, 9/10 for eve💥

recklessness: 10/10

ambition: 9/10 - i would say trying to be the most awesome person in hell so you can get to heaven is particularly ambitious

loyalty: 9/10

love: 9/10 - she doesn't have anything romantic right now, but wigfrid kind of feeds off of love, even if she doesn't know it

sense of family: 8/10 - the group of freaks she's been living with are more supportive than her proper family so💥

attractiveness: listen. it's subjective but listen. i'm biased. but listen. 8/10? 9? man i don't know

agility: 8/10

sex drive: ??/10 - it's hard to tell when you spend every day running around in the sinister dimension

Tagged by @miratenebrarum smiles so sweetly Tagging: um. anyone who wants to..... but also @neurotonic and @lethal-fabrication go my women in stem

[the-valianter-valkyriest]

"I wöuld figure yöu wöuld knöw better than tö think sö little öf thy 'pawns', ör subjects, ör höwever thöu decides tö crudely put it."

Wigfrid hadn't moved at first, the pads of her finger dancing carefully across the hilt of her spear (not as if, worst came to worst, it would due her much good… Perhaps it just felt nice to pretend).

But her eyes trailed Charlie like a vulture. Every languid movement observed with the intensity of someone who… Well, no, of all the survivors, Wigfrid could hardly be described as 'knowing her place'.

But, it was clear she knew she was in the presence of a threat. And that, at least, accounted for something.

"För öne whö löves tö claim divine ömniscience, tö assume I wöuld fall tö a piddly höund attack speaks rather pöörly tö thy credence… I've hunted ön my öwn- thröughöut the night ör ötherwise- löng beföre yöu dared tö shed thy clöak öf shadöws and shöw yöurself."

… A beat.

"I knöw yöu knöw that."

It wasn't unusual for Wigfrid's hunts to last late into the evening… Usually, the only things to blame for that would be a lack of foresight or an excess of pride.

Throwing a Varg into the mix had only complicated matters further… Not that it wasn't anything she could handle. Meat was meat. And if a few spare slabs of hound flesh found its way into her icebox, who was she to complain?

… Not, of course, that she was going to be reaching her icebox anytime soon; exhausted and bruised and stranded in the dark as she was.

Kicking a few branches into her makeshift firepit, she turned to make some more progress on harvesting the meat from her quarry, only to find a familiar silhouette perched atop it.

The remnants of her fighter's vigor stalled for a moment- indecisively caught between plummeting or kicking into overdrive. Regardless, a newfound tension bristled at her posture for reasons that had nothing to do with the hunt.

"… I shöuld höpe 'twasn't a creature particularly clöse tö thy heart."

Strangely enough, despite the words that left her lips, it was effortlessly apparent that Wigfrid couldn't care less about the possibility… Not that it was a likely one, really. The Vargs weren't even hers.

[the-valianter-valkyriest]

Lie serum

Send 🍸+ a question, my muse can only answer lies.

[the-valianter-valkyriest]

It wasn't unusual for Wigfrid's hunts to last late into the evening… Usually, the only things to blame for that would be a lack of foresight or an excess of pride.

Throwing a Varg into the mix had only complicated matters further… Not that it wasn't anything she could handle. Meat was meat. And if a few spare slabs of hound flesh found its way into her icebox, who was she to complain?

… Not, of course, that she was going to be reaching her icebox anytime soon; exhausted and bruised and stranded in the dark as she was.

Kicking a few branches into her makeshift firepit, she turned to make some more progress on harvesting the meat from her quarry, only to find a familiar silhouette perched atop it.

The remnants of her fighter's vigor stalled for a moment- indecisively caught between plummeting or kicking into overdrive. Regardless, a newfound tension bristled at her posture for reasons that had nothing to do with the hunt.

"… I shöuld höpe 'twasn't a creature particularly clöse tö thy heart."

Strangely enough, despite the words that left her lips, it was effortlessly apparent that Wigfrid couldn't care less about the possibility… Not that it was a likely one, really. The Vargs weren't even hers.

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"You know, dear? I have to admit your resilence is admirable."

She's sitting on top of the recently slain Varg, her legs crossed as if she was relaxing on her throne rather than some smelly, bloody beast.

"I didn't expect you to survive, this time."

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"Say pal, you…" the King trailed off, letting out a heavy, exasperated sigh instead. A change in the status quo, in the script, "No. No, this won't do. This just won't do at all." The newly formed world flickered, going dark far ahead of time. The only light that stood between Wigfrid and her certain death was a small, illuminated sliver extending from Maxwell's feet like a shadow. As if the curtains had been closed around them, "Valkyrie, Valkyrie, Valkyrie. What could you possibly have to say for yourself?" Maxwell looked irritated. No. The King looked displeased. There was a tilt to his head, brow raised. A barely repressed look of disgust on his face as he tapped his cigar to the side, "That was by far your worst performance yet. The worst performance I've ever seen, period. Your audience was… quite disappointed. You're getting old, even if you weren't, you don't even have the decency to have the same gusto as you used to. What's even the point of you, if you can't even do such a simple, little thing of being interesting? A child does better than you," Ah. He wasn't supposed to say that part. Could, would have been the better word to use. The slip of his tongue had drawn Their attention where he didn't want it, and so he was quick to move on. It was all the damn actress' fault, "Our audience is only going to be further upset by the delayed act. Can't you hear them gossiping through the curtains?" Maxwell scoffed, Their whispers were loud, even to him. He could only imagine what it was like on the Valkyrie's end, "Tick, tock. Valkyrie. And, well…" he snapped his fingers. Day had turned to dusk around them, and the King's expression turning back to its usual smirk, "You better find something to eat before night comes."

… Out of everything to nitpick about the entire ordeal, there was something uniquely patronizing about Maxwell's inverted shadow.

Of course, everything about the King was always patronizing, pretty much 100% of the time. To pick out certain fractions of his behavior and assign any particular weight or slight to any of them would be as futile an effort as bemoaning a grain of salt in the sea.

And yet, it bugged at her… Gnawed at the back of her mind… Even as the world spun with that unique sense of vertigo that accompanied reanimation- even as the ghosts of pains and scars undone still caressed the flesh where wounds used to be.

… Stuck there in his shadow. That sliver of light the only thing standing between her and the beast that lurked forever outside of it.

If she was as ignorant as she was stubborn, she would probably abandon the light just to spite him.

She was not as ignorant as she was stubborn. Just barely.

So instead, she condemned herself to silently seething in that little patch of safety… Relying on him- on his help, on his very presence- to keep her from being mauled to death… Demeaning. It put a taste in her mouth that made her lips curl back, scowling with a flash of gums, no better than an animal.

Who did he think he was… To pen her in a little box and chide at her like a misbehaved dog… To trap her between death and displeasure, simply to ensure his fickle words were making it through to her…

… Well, jokes on him. Half of what he said hadn't made it past the veil of her steeping rage.

She pushed herself to a shaky stand (damned legs hadn't gotten the memo that they weren't broken anymore), instinct taking over as she dropped into her usual position. Knees bowed, spear clutched tightly, brows knitted in something that would have looked a lot more deadly had she not just woken up from that cruel faux death she so despised.

The audience- Maxwell's audience- did the only thing it knew how… Chiding, hissing, whispering cruel and vicious nothings into the open air, hoping that something would stick.

She scowled a little further, stayed resolute, and tuned them out to the best of her ability… a bit easier when she could barely parse them to begin with…

It didn't matter, anyways. It didn't matter whether it'd been Maxwell's bitter commentary, or the vicious creatures that kept to the edges of the shadows.

They could talk all they'd like. When her time finally came due, she had a feeling they would not have nearly as much to say.