ROOTSRUSTED

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?

because i'm tired of sinday memes being all about sex. send a category + a number. warning: some of the questions in the lust section are nsft. that's why it's at the bottom.

gluttony - - -

what could your muse eat all the time without ever getting tired of it?

a feast of all your muse's favorite foods is laid out in front of them. what's on the menu?

is your muse the type to leave the last bit of food for someone else, or to take it for themselves before someone else can claim it?

does your muse frequently overeat?

does your muse go back for seconds? thirds? fourths?

how many meals and snacks does your muse eat in a day?

what are your muse's go-to beverages?

does your muse drink enough water?

does your muse drink many sugary drinks, like soda or juice?

is your muse a heavy (alcohol) drinker? if so, what do they drink? in what situations do they drink? do they know their limits? do they stop at their limit, or go past it?

is your muse addicted to caffeine? if so, what is their preferred caffeinated beverage?

does your muse have a sweet tooth?

greed - - -

what does your muse collect, if anything?

is your muse prone to hoarding anything?

what is your muse's financial situation? what are their financial goals?

is money important to your muse? why or why not?

how much money does your muse keep in their checking account at any given time? if your muse keeps cash, how much do they usually have in their wallet? does your muse carry coins around? what is the limit on their credit card, if they have one? do they have multiple credit cards?

does your muse have good savings habits? how much do they currently have saved up?

is your muse prone to shopping sprees? if so, what do they usually indulge in buying?

is your muse in debt? if so, are they managing it well, or are they struggling?

would your muse throw others under the bus/step on others if it meant they could find more success/make more money?

would your muse steal anything?

wrath - - -

does your muse like to get revenge on those they feel have wronged them?

how does your muse handle anger? do they have anger issues? how do they manage or vent their anger?

does your muse believe in karma?

did your muse get into fights as a kid? do they get into fights as an adult? if your muse never got into fights before, would they in the name of self defense?

what, if anything, provokes your muse to violence?

does your muse believe that violence can solve some problems? or are they more a "violence is never the answer" type? somewhere in-between?

does your muse destroy things for fun, or to let off steam?

was your muse a bully? or were they bullied themselves?

has your muse ever considered murdering someone? or have they actually gone through with murdering someone?

does your muse enjoy hurting others, whether it be physically or emotionally?

pride - - -

does your muse believe they are the best at everything, even if that belief is unwarranted?

in what areas might your muse be a little overconfident? are they overconfident in the sense that they don't have the skills to back it up, or in the sense that they do have the skills but they are obnoxious in their confidence?

does your muse accept responsibility for their actions when they have done something wrong?

is your muse comfortable with apologizing to others?

does your muse feel remorse? if so, how do they express it?

has your muse every blown off preparing for something because they were confident they could complete the task without preparation? if so, what was the situation?

is your muse prone to bragging? what do they brag about?

does your muse look down on others they perceive as being "not as good" at things as they are?

sloth - - -

on what day(s) does your muse feel most lazy? at a specific time of day, or all day?

is your muse prone to procrastination?

what chores/responsibilities does your muse avoid doing at all costs?

how many hours of sleep does your muse get? do they feel rested after, or are they still tired?

once your muse gets started doing something important, do they drag their feet, take many breaks, and ultimately prolong the task? or do they work as quickly as possible, at the sacrifice of a quality job? or do they work efficiently without sacrificing quality?

does your muse put on real clothes every day, or only if they have to go out?

if your muse could get away with wearing pajamas all day every day, would they?

does your muse complain about responsibilities a lot?

is your muse the type to get up on time on their own or with an alarm? are they the type to hit snooze over and over?

envy - - -

does your muse get jealous easily, or does it take a lot for them to feel it?

what kinds of things does your muse get jealous about?

does your muse compare themselves to others often? if so, how does it affect them?

lust - - -

is your muse sexually active? if so, how often do they have sex? how many partners do they typically have at one time? if not, why not?

what is your muse's sexuality? if asexual, are they sex favorable, sex indifferent, or sex repulsed?

is your muse vanilla, or are they kinky? if kinky, what are their top three kinks, and why do they like them? if vanilla, what position(s) does your muse have sex in?

what sex-related words turn your muse on? what words make them cringe?

does your muse masturbate? if so, how often, and how do they get themselves off? if not, why not?

does your muse have high, medium, or low libido?

is sex compatibility a dealbreaker for your muse in a relationship? why or why not?

how does your muse feel about one-night-stands?

From this post. :: @spitoonpot

“I went to Mars a couple times. One time, as a lone child. I stole my parents’ money, hid in Cargo as a stowaway and lied my way through the port. Headed straight for Olympus, cashed out, and wandered about the city on my own. I was, I don’t know. Ten,” the convict laughed weakly. “So we share that troublemaking, brother. Had we been raised together, we’d be unstoppable. I’d be the voice of unreason, goading and goading you to just trust me on it and go.”

Twelve watched the other tenderly with a soft smile. “I got my parents arrested for child neglect for that stint, and put into foster care. Love is hard to find with parents who find it hard to love.” He drifted his eyes onto his plotted chart, moving the point of his broken pencil as the submersible chugged along the path.

“I do miss Mars too,” he drew a deep sigh. “I miss my foster brother. He put me right, I think. Put me back together. I didn’t run away again after that -- well, maybe this one time, when I tried to find him. He was adopted eventually and I never knew where he went. Those days and nights we spent together. Playing, plotting. Mars would have healed that hole in me. It was in earnest, trying to.”

He ambled towards the camera screen and slammed his hand on the button. Flashes of black and white simmered in his vision.

“Otherwise life was life on Eden. Mom 1 was a plant geneticist, Mom 2 was an atmospherics researcher. Busy busy busy.” Twelve shrugged. “School, homework, try not to die from boredom. Lash out, break things, hide, cry.”

“If I was with you I wouldn’t be so lonely. I think.” He turned his eyes away, pretended to scribble something on his piece of paper. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted. A sibling. Like everyone else.”

“You were born on Mars, then?” Twelve asked. “Well, stupid question. Of course you would have. There’s really well-documented research on genetic expression in embryos in pregnancies carried on space stations regardless of how well maintained the gravity parameters are, due to cosmic radia---”

Twelve drew in a deep breath. “Sorry.”

༻⸻ ̣̣̥ ͝ །♱ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 . While the two of them settled into a new routine , he sat down . A snort escaped him in response to that sentiment , not missing the gentled smile thrown his way , “ If we grew up together , we would’ve been criminals before we hit our teens . ”

He listened to Twelve’s story with ample amount of silence , took note of their differences and similarities and wondered about another universe where they stood hand in hand throughout the worst years of their lives .

There was the soft clinking of footsteps against metal , the static snap of the camera . He glanced at their coordinates and down at the vinyl map sat half – curled in his lap , nudged the dial a little more before pressing the lever forward again . 

It would’ve still hurt . Nothing could've had them escape that pain . But they could’ve cried together . Lashed out at each other instead of everything else , mended each other’s knuckles and cleaned the blood off their hands . It would’ve been less bitter and less empty feeling .

“ Don’t apologize . Ain't worth it , brother . ” It was rough coming out , throat clogged with the thick grit of emotion the whole thing brought on before he swallowed it down . Anything they said down here he deserved to say ; This sub was a confessional , only for them and God to hear .  He was sure he’d let the guy talk for hours about anything he wanted , to know he could hold onto those words for him .

He wanted to get out with him . He wanted it to matter .

( Icarus on his wax wings drawn in by the heavens and burned away , plunging back into dark sea . )

“ ‘Mom was a doctor . Got a job on Eden , that’s why we moved . I wish we stayed , but I think Mars reminded her too much of what we didn’t have . Maybe she wanted a new start , I don’t know . In the end I … don’t think she ever found what she was looking for . ”

His grip tightened on the handle , and he almost slowed . He didn’t dare take his hands off the lever despite knowing he could jam it in place . It kept him busy and his eyes on something else , “ I’ve never really thought about it , having a sibling . Not a lot . Just wasn’t in the cards for us . But I had enough friends , some I left behind on Mars . But s’okay . ‘Least they got to escape all this fucked up bullshit . ”

The yawning void in his chest spoke differently .

“ Our , uh . Our brothers were the closest thing t’uh family I had in the end , so it was enough . ”

 “ … I kinda wish we met before this . Back on Eden . I think it would’ve made things easier , yeah . ” ˚ ⁺⎯⎯͟͟‧͙˖ ࣪ ⸻༺

Late to the party as usual 👍