#timid inquiries

Send me “Sleepy, much?” to talk to my muse, as they’re half-asleep.

25:What time of year does your OC prefer?

Rowena really likes Fall. 

26:Is your OC a human or an animal? (or something else idk)

She is a Fairy. A Never fairy to be precise.

27:What languages does your OC speak?

English, Spanish, Bird, Squirrel, and a little bit of a bunch of other languages.

28:Does your OC like anime?

She has never seen it but I think she would like it.

29:Can your OC swim?

No, her wings drag her down.

30:What does your OC choose to do about the, er, hair down there?

I like to imagine that she doesn’t have any.

31:Does your OC believe in fairies?

Well of course!

32:Did your OC go to college? What did they major in?

No, she didn’t.

33:Are your OCs parents dead?

Mother Dove is the closest thing she has as a parent and she is not dead, so normally no. In the human verses yes they are.

34:Is your OC religious?

No, she is not.

35:How flexible is your OC?

48: Assassin!AU
 

((Oh my gosh.))

You did it to keep them safe. They wouldn’t be hurt so long as you followed their orders. They trained you just enough to finish the job, but not enough to survive. It was surprising to all parties involved when you did. They decided that they didn’t want you to stop. Not for a very long time. They kept training you, giving you more skills to use. You were unfortunately good at it. It killed you every time you did it, but you had to continue, you had no power to make it stop. Not without hurting them. Sometimes you were able to avoid it. When your job was an innocent. You were able to help them escape, to hide away, but if they ever knew, you, them, and the ones you were protecting would all die.

It was time for another job. They said this would would be more difficult then usual. You knew they meant physically, there was no way that they would care for your emotional or mental health. You were just a tool, A tool used to kill.

The tears were already falling from your eyes as you walked up behind them. You had a poisoned needle this time. Just a prick was all it would take.to be introduced into the blood stream. You wished they let you do it like this every time, let it be painless. They wouldn’t let you. They liked it when you used knifes and guns and painful things. 

Send a ۵ for my muse’s reaction to yours visiting them in the hospital.

Send me a @ and I’ll generate an au from this list and make a starter

23:Broadway!AU


You never wanted to be a star. You didn’t want to be on stage. You much preferred staying where you were. Behind the scenes, unnoticed, helping. Sometimes you listened in on the practices, singing the songs and dancing alone at home. You were never actually good at it, but it was fun. Sometimes you did it while you were working, as you prepared for the next show, when you were sure nobody could hear you. 

Send me a ‘✉’ for five times my muse didn’t text yours, and one time they did

[Text: SoulGuard] It makes me really uncomfortable when people see that my numbers are at zero and automatically assume that I am in a romantic relationship.

[Text: SoulGuard] I wish people would stop asking when the wedding is.

[Text: SoulGuard] Why does everyone think that soulmates have to be romantic?

[Text: SoulGuard] I just want them to stop, is that too much to ask?

[Text: SoulGuard] Please, just make them stop.

Send me a '✉' for five times my muse didn't text yours, and one time they did

[Text: DustyDreamer] You probably don’t remember me but we met at the Library

[Text: DustyDreamer] Hey, it’s Rowena, the girl from the library, do you remember me?

[Text: DustyDreamer] How were the books you got?

[Text: DustyDreamer] I bet you have no idea who I am.

[Text: DustyDreamer] I really hope I got your number right…