✧ 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑨

Which of your muses would be most likely to get their hand stuck in a vending machine?

Which of your muses would be most likely to commit murder?

Which of your muses are you the most similar to?

Which of your muses is most likely to end up getting arrested?

Which of your muses is most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse?

Which of your muses is the most trustworthy?

Which of your muses is the most likely to betray someone?

Which of your muses cries the most easily?

Which of your muses is the most romantic?

Which of your muses is the best singer?

Which of your muses is best at keeping secrets?

Which of your muses is the best cook?

Do any of your muses want children?

Which of your muses is most easily startled?

Which of your muses lies the most?

Can any of your muses play an instrument?

Which of your muses is the tallest?

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Which of your muses would would you be most likely to punch if you met them?

Which of your muses is the best actor?

Do you have playlists for your muses?

Are there any more muses you're considering adding?

What's the hardest part of running a multimuse for you?

@missallanea asked: ""I do what it takes to survive. And I don't care if that makes me a villain." / serafine @ viktor"

From: And Weapons Don't Weep Starters

Viktor narrowed his one good eye her way for a moment or two. If it wasn't clear by how everything had been going before now, his glare certainly made his opinion known about this entire conversation that they were having. Viktor did at least... respect her thought about doing what it took to survive and doing what she had to, but... that didn't mean that they had to be fighting consistently over booze because one of the two of them couldn't seem to get any.

Viktor was aware that the Lackadaisy crew had the upper hand to some degree in that regard. They always seemed to come out in situations, but this time? This time, it seemed that two people who were a part of both crews, who were going after the same batch of booze, had to fight each other right here, right now. He didn't like the prospect that he had to fight Serafine (more so because he didn't want to deal with another fight), but...

If they really wanted to try and take the booze that the Lackadaisy crew had worked hard to track down? Viktor was going to ensure that they didn't get a single drop of it. And if that meant he had to take Serafine down with him. He would be more than happy to ensure that she didn't make it another step.

❝You do what takes to survive only to be... cut down at last moment,❞ he growled softly and he sneered her way, ❝You only care about how much alcohol you can take. We both know ot os lucritive business. But... you have no care about anyone other than your leader.❞

That was where the two seemed to vary the most. Viktor was one who still cared a lot about the Lackadaisy crew and he seemed to have a soft side that he didn't show that often in the grand scheme of things, but... at least he had that going for him when compared to Serafine.

But, again... he still had a job to do. And as he stood there glaring her down, he cocked the shotgun again that he held as he moved ever so slightly closer to the booze to start working, getting it loaded up to be taken back. And if she got in the way, well... he would rather this end quickly than it go on for too long.

And why should she?

❝ See, now tha's where you're wrong, pauvre ti bête. ❞ Was it wise, shooting the shit as they were? Likely not. But if he was gonna shoot her outright, would've done by now and saved the trouble. ❝ Truth be, I don't care for him all that much, neither. ❞

Didn't much care for the alcohol, either. Wasn't what she was carting, but how much she got paid to do it — and the fun she got to have while at it. Marigold's paid well and kept their noses clean outta her business. Left her and Nico alone, save for the occasional scolding when the pair got... out of line.

Has to think that's why they'd been paired with their cleanly little comrade. At least they weren't running around with a gang of kids.

❝ If little Miss Daisy there could find the cash, we ain't be workin' for them Marigolds, now, ah? ❞

'Course, the question wasn't if she liked her employer. Wasn't even the one he asked — did she wanna die for some gut rot? No, real question was which one of them was the quicker shot. And if'n it had been any of the bébés, she would've risked it.

She was less confident with this one. With her smile dipping for only a second, Serafine made a show of putting her rifle back behind her.

✦ WINTER-THEMED PROMPTS FOR THE HOLIDAY SEASON ✦

❥ @missallanea asked: is this colder than you're used to? / belle @ lottie ;w;

  ❝J - Just a lil' bit cold'a, darlin'— n - nothin' I can't handle.❞ The blonde spoke as a grin spreads across her lips, flashing her teeth, and very much ignoring the very clear stutter she made. Charlotte La Bouff does NOT stutter! The cold is to blame, absolutely. For a woman who has an extensive wardrobe, she really didn't account for the snow. Sure, she had some winter outfits, but those were just to look good! Not to actually keep her warm… golly. ❝M - Mind my askin', suga',❞ The blonde leans over to the royal, shivering as she moved, as one brow dipped and the other raised, ❝…Is it usually this gosh darn cold?❞

Charlotte flashed her a smile — and it may have very well been a convincing one, had it not been for the way her teeth chattered as she did. Belle couldn't help the lighthearted chuckle that slipped past her lips, mittened hands reaching out for her guest's own. ❝ You're freezing, mademoiselle! ❞ Gently, she begins to guide her toward the castle doors, not wishing frostbite to be Lottie's lasting memory of her first time away from the cozy comfort of home. ❝ In the lower elevations, you would be dressed perfectly for this time of year — but here in the mountains, it stays very cold during our winters. It's beautiful, but... your coat is not nearly thick enough. You'll have to make due with one of mine. I insist. ❞

{ MISSALLANEA. 1. a collection of unrelated items, objects, or writings. 2. an over-caffeinated theatre kid. 3. three possums in a trench coat. 4. a writer of insufferable prose. 5. the patron saint of no impulse control. forever adding more muses from obscure sources. 18+. as adored by missa. }

ai writes (aka they’re mimicking) like humans. not the other way around.

✦ lovesick ✦

❥ @missallanea asked: “Would it really kill you if we kissed?“ / fox @ elisa, idek if she's serious or just wants to make her squirm

  …Is she serious? It wasn't as if they were friends, or even acquaintances, let alone at each other's throats, by her own cause or by her husbands. Elisa fixed the other woman with a judging look, trying to gauge whatever her plan was, ❝…Aren't you a married woman?❞ She asks, her arms crossing over her chest, ❝And a mother?❞

  She hadn't thought about really kissing anyone else other than Goliath, so why would she consider kissing Fox?

  ❝It wouldn't kill me. I just never thought about it.❞ Her arms cross over her chest, assessing the woman and her possible motives, ❝…What's this about, Fox?❞

❝ And what would my being a mother have to do with anything? ❞ Amusement curves at red-painted lips, the expression giving no obvious tells about her intention one way or the other. ❝ Don't tell me your idea of motherhood involves resigning yourself to a life of chastity, Detective Maza. ❞

Clearly, the little game she's playing at isn't going over well with the other woman, and Fox offers a half-hearted shrug in response.

❝ You sound like I have to have some ulterior motive. Isn't it possible for a woman to just want to show her appreciation for New York's Finest? ❞ Ha! It sounded ridiculous, even to her own ears.