𝕟𝕠𝕨 ... 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖

(Full disclosure. The mun of this blog roleplays an unapologetically evil muse. Have some questions related to other role-play baddies.)

1. What would it have taken to prevent your muse from becoming a villain?

2. Despite their villainy, does your muses subscribe to some sort of ethical/honor code that guides their behavior?

3. When was the last time your muse cried for someone else’s sake? 

4. Are there any ethical/moral lines your muse will not cross? 

5. Mun, you could have spent the time and effort you dedicate to your museIf roleplaying as a hero. Why did you decide to roleplay as a villain? 

6. If questioned about their evil behavior, what excuse would your muse give to justify it?

7. Does your muse have the potential to be a loving parent? The question addresses their ability to feel a child’s emotional needs, not the muse’s ability to physically procreate. 

8. If your muse could feel the emotional pain of the people they hurt, would this deter their villainous behavior?

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     ❝ —- O O P S . i guess you caught me red handed . ❞ his soft monotone voice spoke barely above a whisper . the tone, near perfectly quiet, was enough to reach that of almost a lullaby . emotionless. still. calming. — yet unnerving all the same . ❝ —– l i t e r a l l y . ❞   there he stood, his body drenched in a thick layer of crimson, forming small pools around him && slipping into the pockets && folds of his clothes. the grisly routine ( that was practically ritual for james ) had now been interrupted by a PARTICULAR someone. —- how unfortunate. 

     blue eyes never peeled away from drenched hands, completely engulfed in the man’s very own slaughter he had opened the curtains to. ❝ i’m sorry, was that a bit inappropriate ?? —- i never considered myself that much of a comedian . ❞

❝ james – ❞

            the scene was a horrifying one, and barbara wished she hadn’t happened upon it. she had stared down the joker and many others of gotham’s most heinous murderers many times, but things are always different when family’s involved. she swallowed thickly as she considered her words carefully, green eyes bouncing from his hands up to his face. the feeling that bubbled up was a visceral one, and she felt like she could retch right there.

trembling fingers curled around the armrests of her chair, partly out of needing something to grip on to so she could ground herself back to reality, but mostly to secure themselves around the eskrima she kept hidden just in case. she looked upon her brother, knowing the answer before she even asked the question.