star * BURST !

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the questions are being sent for . feel free to edit these as you see fit .

🌟 What’s something small they did as a child that hinted at who they’d become?

❤️ Who is the one person they’d drop everything for, no questions asked?

💔 What’s the one wound (physical / emotional) they’ll never fully recover from?

🗡️ What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger?

☀️ What’s their happiest childhood memory?

🌧️ What kind of weather matches their soul?

🍽️ What meal do they cook when they need to feel like themselves again?

🎶 What song instantly makes them emotional & why?

🌙 Do they sleep peacefully / fight nightmares every night?

🔒 What’s a secret they’ll take to their grave?

🪞 What do they secretly hate about their own appearance?

💪 What random skill are they weirdly proud of?

👶 Baby picture of them - what’s the most embarrassing thing about it?

🏠 Describe their home when no one’s watching—messy, spotless, chaotic cozy?

😭 What always makes them cry, even if they hate admitting it?

😂 What’s the dumbest thing they’ve ever laughed at for way too long?

🧸 Do they still have a childhood comfort object? Where is it now?

✏️ What nickname do they secretly love being called?

⚔️ How do they act when they’re furious but have to stay polite?

🩸 What’s the worst injury they’ve ever had & the story behind it?

🕊️ What would instantly calm them down in a panic attack?

🔥 What’s something they’d burn the world down to protect?

🌹 What scent reminds them of the person they loved/love most?

🪥 What’s their most oddly specific daily routine?

💔 What’s the one apology they’re still waiting for that’ll never come?

🃏 Are they the type to forgive / hold a grudge until the end of the universe?

🌌 What’s their biggest “what if” that keeps them up at night?

🦋 What was their “I’m not a kid anymore” moment?

🎭 Do they wear a mask in public? What’s the real them like underneath?

🧳 If they had to leave home forever with only one bag, what do they pack?

🌑 What’s the darkest thought they’ve ever had about themselves?

☕ What’s their comfort drink?

🖤 What’s a “villain” trait they actually possess?

🤝 Who is the one person they never want to disappoint?

🎁 What gift would utterly destroy them (in a good / bad way)?

🩹 How do they react when someone they love is hurt?

🌅 Are they a sunrise / sunset person - what do they think about while looking at their favorite?

🧣 What texture/clothing item makes them feel safe?

🦉 What piece of advice do they give everyone but never follow themselves?

🔪 What’s the most violent thing they’ve ever done for love / survival?

🦋 What seemingly insignificant memory do they cherish the most?

🌹 What is their love language & how badly do they need it right now?

🪨 What’s the hardest choice they’ve ever made?

🧋 What food/drink do they hate that everyone else loves?

🕰️ If they could relive one day of their life, which would it be?

👑 In their own story, are they the hero / villain / someone else entirely?

🌡️ What temperature do they keep their home at & why?

🧸 What would their younger self think of them now?

💌 What’s the letter / text they’ll never send?

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

i'll be making my (hopeful) return soon! I'm still not sure what I'll do about my current drafts, but I'll try to reply to what I can the next time I sit down and get to work. I'll be splitting my attention between here and commission work, as well as a trip that my wife and I are taking in a couple weeks (which I will have to take a brief hiatus for when that pops up--)!

while I don't want to make this (or any) blog my top priority, I do want to be consistent in posting the replies I have -- might try to run on a queue system for awhile and see how it works. my biggest priority is going to be doing more and caring for my family, which means leaning more into commission work until / unless I can land a job. I love everyone here (very dearly), and I definitely want to keep writing! but I think I'll be a lot easier to reach through discord for more casual writing, if anyone decides they'd like to take up that route.

I appreciate everyone's patience with me, and the continued support. I want to get Ninazu back up and running soon, as well as doing more with my other girls in the future!

❝As you wish, I would not be opposed in any significant degree to commencing our conversation in a more casual manner.❞ Most certainly, Zamasu could have stiffened his demeanor and argued, perhaps even accurately, that Atropa's position was intrinsically one of infinitely greater potency than his own, but a call for informality was oft for the sake of one's comfort - for building familiarity. What felt as the temporal length of the blink of an eye, he was consigned to never again working with his fellow deities in any manner, and yet here he was... it was something of a miracle that he himself was being so entreated by the other.

His back straightened to propriety in his seat, and the immortal poured his own cup of tea, preferring to speak as he did so than to wait and drink first. ❝In this, Conton City, I am curious as to the matter of food and drink for all its inhabitants, as well as the matter of other sorts of items created. How are materials sourced? In addition, is there any way for citizens of the city to provide feedback in relation to the city and its status, that it may continuously improve into perpetuity?❞

A pause, and he set the pot down, snapping his fingers to draw forth a creation of a small winged ball of positive light - a pixie - to fetch something from afar.

Such industrial questions, she truly wasn't expecting that kind of onslaught. This kind of spotlight was not one she wished to be under. For a short spell, her brain disconnects. Her heart pattered away a little faster at the prospect of answering those kinds of menial yet still integral inquiries, because the truth is, she was given that precise information ages ago... she simply remembers none of it.

❝Ah, well,❞ she hopes her potentially nervous smile doesn't give away the thousands of neurons going off full blast behind her eyes. She's practiced in keeping it steady, or so she thought. Her professionalism immediately at stake, she fumbles for the necessary answers. ❝Conton, at this point, has become fairly self-sufficient... There are more jobs here than just time patrollers, after all. It functions as any other city, really.❞ Hurriedly, she sips her tea, biding time for further thought. Any sort of vague blather would likely do... wouldn't it? ❝As for feedback, well... I'm sure all the citizens know it's acceptable to bring any thoughts or comments to my or Chronoa's attention. We do try our best to listen to everyone's concerns...❞ Although she's never retained a single comment of such in her life.

Thankfully, a distraction arrives in the form of a brief display of Zamasu's creation skills, and abruptly, Atropa finds herself a twinge astonished, and jealous. How he managed to form something sentient within seconds stuns her, comparing this to her personal struggle of crafting even simple objects that take her at least minutes. However, there seems to be little time to address this. He's caught her off guard a moment later. Grateful for the change in topic, the teacup in hand is gently set down onto its saucer as she stares, as if shocked that he would show genuine concern for her wellbeing. He doesn't know her, she thinks, does it really matter to him? Her expression quickly returns to neutral.

"My great thanks to you, Supreme Kai of Time, for taking the time to make a personal appearance before one of this foundation's mentors."

Though some would erroneously refrain from using the title upon the Supreme Kai of Time's apprentice, it only felt correct to use the title. Anything else would imply that she does not yet perform a Supreme Kai's laborious work. Baklava was stacked high upon dinner plates before her, tea was poured - to say he was truly quite pleased to be here, to be performing this work, would be a microcosm of the truth.

❝Hey, no need for any of that,❞ the apprentice insists upon seating herself. ❝We're in the same position here, aren't we? You don't have to refer to me so professionally, you know.❞

She perches herself upon the tables edge, elbows just an inch or two from the lip while her hands cradle her head. The sweet treats practically dwarf the table itself, though his attentiveness of her comfort settled well with her. She can't recall the last time she'd met someone so… chipper. Or, at least, she can't recall the last time she'd met someone this cute. While his eloquent flow of speech sometimes caused the cogs in her mind to stall, she nonetheless understood, generally, what was said. However, what was said meant little -- his voice itself was the main attraction.