What makes you the most emotional about your muse?
What made you decide to write this muse?
If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?
If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?
If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?
If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?
If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?
Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?
Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?
What do you love about your muse?
What do you hate about your muse?
What about your muse amuses you?
What about your muse makes you sad?
How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?
Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?
In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?
Why do you think you connect to your muse?
What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?
If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?
[come up with your own question for the mun, regarding the muse]
Demencia watches her next victim from a wall, clinging to it with a grin on her face. She wasn’t aiming to do anything too bad, just give her a little scare. She waited for the perfect moment, dropping to the ground and slithering up behind the unsuspecting woman before tackling her. Laughter comes from her, and she rolls off and stands up, dusting herself off.
“Haha! Gotcha! Should’a been waaaay faster!” She exclaims, as if this lady had been fully aware of her little game the entire time.
When Sunset had heard that Hat Island was the best place to get anything related to evil, she figured that she could maybe make a quick stop there. After all, if she wanted to figure out who was doing this and get a little revenge, she’d definitely have to up her game.
Now here she was, sitting in the lobby, waiting for her name to be called. She sensed something… but what she didn’t know. At least, she didn’t until it tackled her from behind.
She let out a loud shout and a groan as she felt herself hit the ground, hard, saying “Oooowww… didn’t know we were playing a game.” She looked up at her tackler, and and then her eyes shot back to the magazine she was reading beforehand, and then back to the woman. She was on the page. And for sale no less.
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