united.

a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

skull.   what memories/thoughts do they guard the most from others ?

cheekbone. what makes them smile ?

mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?

teeth. what lasting mark do they leave on others ?

hyoid / neck. who taught them to speak up, or stay silent ?

clavicle / collarbone. who/what do they lean on when they're vulnerable ?

scapula / shoulderblade. what burden do they carry on their back ?

sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?

ribcage. who/what are they trying to protect ?

humerus. do they use humour as a shield or a weapon ? what from/to ?

radius. who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?

ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?

carpals. what small habits do they have ?

metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it ?

phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?

spine. when do they lose their backbone, what scares them ?

pelvis. what future or legacy are they afraid/excited to be responsible for ?

sacrum. what sacrifices have they made ?

coccyx / tailbone. what outdated beliefs do they still carry, if any ?

femur. what drives them forward ?

patella / kneecap. how compliant/obedient are they, who will they kneel for ?

tibia. who/what keeps them moving forward ?

fibula. do they ever feel overlooked ?

tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?

@justonemorethingsir Asked: “Excuse me, do you know the time?” (from @justonemorethingsir if you don’t mind a visit from Columbo lol. For whoever you’d like!)

Not good not good not good. She knew that Ares' would probably make an ass of her again, but like this? Stuck in an unknown time, in an dark house that obviously was vacated. Broken, old glass shattered all on the beige carpet, Paneled walls with minimal lighting made it a little tough to see aswell. She would have said that the distant sound of a lamp clicking on would be nice...if it wasn't for the fact that a Satyrian shouldn't be loitering around a, what seemed to be, a relatively recently empty home.

Soon, watching the man walk in, it was...obvious that he must've known someone was here. To ask the time was very bold, given that if she were in this older man's shoes, she'd be absolutely mindful of the situation.

Still, hiding behind the old Knoll couch, She hatched a brilliant idea. Maybe...if she just...hid behind long enough, he'd leave.

The lieutenant had a reason for coming to call at this house, as obviously worse for wear as it was. The killer suspect he was currently trailing had dropped a tip about previously owning this house, about having not lived there for quite some time but still having possession of the keys for some of its rooms. It seemed like too obvious a lead, and yet-much like all of the loose ends in his mind-it would keep nagging at him until he visited himself to tie things up. He'd pulled up in his Peugeot in the driveway, asking the question to the empty air once he'd tried the doorknob and found it had easily unlocked. Was this a trap, something that those on his beat didn't normally try? The innocent question about the time, posture slouched while scratching his head, had been meant to hopefully identify anyone who was here. When no one showed, he lowered his hand and started to take careful, further steps inside. "I'm sure you've got a clock in here somewhere...ya see, my watch stopped working, and I wanna make sure I get back home before midnight..." Columbo stopped in the middle of the living room, looking around. If anyone was in here, it certainly wasn't his suspect. "...Hello?" He squinted into what little light the dim bulbs above offered. "Is anyone home?" Without noticing anything strange about it, he started making his way over to the couch off to the side. If he took a load off, lit up a cigar and got to seriously thinking...maybe he could figure out what exactly was still nagging him about this place.

The satyrian froze as delicate footsteps neared the couch; Her breath audibly hitched. From the voice, she should have known that he would have been curious enough to check around. No stranger to scout work herself, she could get it to an extent, even if it wasn't in her favor.

A part of Midnight, very desperately, felt impelled to let her presense known. Maybe to lessen the surprise from the both of them, or out of courtesy... Another part wanted to make a run for it, to escape into the suburbs and hide in whatever would even be considered a forest.

...Slowly, she began to peer over the edge, being careful to keep her ears pointed down, peering at him.

send one to have our muses meet for the first time.

“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”

“I think you dropped this.”

“You look lost. Need some help?”

“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”

“You’re sitting in my spot.”

“Whoa! Careful!”

“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”

“Is that seat taken?”

“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”

“You’re blocking the doorway.”

“Were you just staring at me?”

“Excuse me, do you know the time?”

“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”

“I’ve been sent to find you.”

“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”

“Do you work here?”

“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”

“You’ve got something on your face.”

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Do you know the way to ___?”

“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”

“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”

“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”

“You look like you could use a friend.”

“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”

“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”

“I think we’re stuck in here together.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”

“Are you the new neighbor?”

“First time in town?”

“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“I think you’re in the wrong place.”

“You seem… out of place.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”

“That was a close call.”

“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”

“Mind if I walk with you?”

“You look like you’re in trouble.”

“Was that your doing back there?”

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”

“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”

“Do I want to know what just happened?”

“You might want to keep your voice down.”

“Is it always this strange around here?”

“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”

i'm so excited. please don't fuck it up.

sucks to be first!

i think i can take them, guys.

they'll probably all shoot me, won't they?

i would be dead.

oh shit, it could be trapped. well, we'll find out.

the door is in bad shape. it won't take much more power to blast through.

every single one of those guys can attack you now.

i do have a tail.

you are like a drunk guy at a craps table.

i don't know how to hit things. i've never hit things before.

i don't have any fire. i don't know why i was sent into this mission. i don't do fire things.

i've got to have some fun first.

i'm so in love with you right now.

thank god none of your allies were around to actually witness it.

i so want to get some payback, but i shouldn't, right?

i can't lift that thing.

oh, i'm going under the table.

poison the house. there you go. that'll work.

can i get over there?

i have no idea what i'm doing.

maybe you should just keep burning it.

lovely home you've got here!

the roof is indeed wet. i'm aware.

i'm going to kill everyone in this motherfucking house!

all you have to do is live.

i'm useless to you guys.

you're on your own.

is your beret still on?

are you facetiming somebody?

what are the other doors?

there's a lot of dead men up there.

what's wrong with you?

i forgot that part. know your rules, kids.

we're all gonna die.

hello, is anyone there?

okay. i'm sorry. i'm an asshole.

technically, none of this happened.

i'll just see if this fucking door is open.

i'm going to make a run for the door.

i hate you.

shoot out of the window.

do your thing.

you did it much cooler than me!

i don't want to go next to him, i want to go and eviscerate the bowels of the fucker who's fucking with him.

that was pretty awesome. bye. good luck.

you need some daggers?

jesus, never use that thing again.

oh shitfuck!

i was going to sunbeam this bitch.

i'm on the roof?

you're going to stay right there?

i'm a really skilled archer. i'm kind of like legolas.

it's a vampire! we just killed him. sort of.

can we loot the mist?

why do i have to ask for forgiveness?

does that make you feel better?

the guy on the ground, he looks like he's in a lot of pain, doesn't he?

get inside now!

do i kill him or do we keep him?

when you see my cue, attack,

greatest plan we've ever had. you were amazing.

this is sexy.

are you all right?

look me in the eye, [name].